No cigar, not even close!

I thought I’d update everyone on Cammie’s progress.  Apparently, there is none.

Her appointment on Tuesday revealed that baby Gavin is “way up there”.  Nothing.  Nada.  Zip.

And, “that,” says the doctor, “is why they call it a “due” date.”

Heavy sigh.

After our discovery of Cammie’s progress or lack thereof as well as some other changes in events, Cammie and I had reservations, a plethora of maps and just about had our bags packed to make a last minute trip to Ft. Benning, Georgia for the weekend to see Trey on family day.

Before you all get panicky and starting ranting on about how crazy we are, I’ll have you know that we are not going.  A call to Cammie’s doctor with one long message on their voicemail from the Nanny letting them know of our plans and asking if there were any concerns or advice resulted in a very quick phone call to Cammie from the nurse.

And, no, NO she cannot go.  She cannot travel past 32 weeks over one hour away.  And if she so chose and something happened, she would then be discharged from her doctor’s care, etc, etc.

Hold your tongues, put your hands down.  Before you speak, I’d like to say we are sensitive and emotional and feel that “you should’ve known better” or “I could’ve told you that” is just harsh.  Cruel, even.  Okay, a little dramatic there.  Sorry.

In all seriousness, we are very sad for Trey and covet your prayers.  We are also still uncertain about the plans for Trey to come home for the baby.  The information we have received is conflicting.

Who knows?  Maybe Gavin will come soon.  Although there were no signs of his debut at the doctor’s office yesterday, one things for sure, we’re one day closer.  And we all know how unpredictable labor and delivery can be.

And in spite of my friend, Suzonne’s, reply to our predicament leading with, “she can’t travel now . . .”, her final words summed the situation up quite nicely . . .

“She’s in the bottom of the 9th!”

Although we’re sad about not seeing Trey this weekend, we can’t help but notice excitement is in the air.  Many random strangers were told today at the mall, Target and Walmart by Sophie, “HEY!  I’M GONNA’ BE AN AUNT!  I’M GONNA” HAVE A NEPHEW!”  And after she pointed to Cammie’s stomach, “THAT’S WHAT I’M GONNA’ HAVE!”

And now I’ll end so that you can go get your Kleenex.

Love covers,

Rena