Three more days. . .

3 more days. That is what I can know for sure. I won't be pregnant for longer than that. I'm getting used to the idea of a double birthday. Friends and family are stepping up to help out in what I originally considered a less than ideal situation.

I have at least three people willing to videotape the talent show that Jessica will be singing at while I'm undergoing the c-section.

If Ammon waits til then, my mom can go to work this week and get some other errands taken care of. She just called to let me know she'll take the kids home for the weekend while I'm in the hospital. She has some things to attend to at home so it will be easier for her to just do that.

Jhonny's lesson plans are done and ready to go for the week after I sat down and worked through them with him last night, so he should be okay. I'll probably send him back to work on Friday since I'll just be trying to get up and walk that day anyway.

I'm hoping to get a cookie cake baked today for a birthday party at the hospital for Jhonny and Ammon. Best part is that I'll actually get to partake!! Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

I realized that Gavin can stay in day care next week and I'll bet Ms. V won't mind him extending for one more week until I'm a little more on my feet. The girls I'm sure won't be much of a problem once I'm home from the hospital. Bored maybe, but they'll be okay. And Jhonny WILL be home for the vast majority of the first week home from the hospital with only needing to work on Tuesday. Hopefully it won't be a FULL tuesday since it is the last staff day of work which is usually a breakfast and turn in your keys kind of day.

Yes, things will work out. They always do even if not exactly the way I plan it in my head at first.