My Special Visitor

For those of you who know me well, you know that my dog, Molli, is my furry baby. I treat her like a human, and I love her to death. She is definitely a mama's girl(though she loves her daddy too). Since I've been stuck in the hospital, Molli has been staying at my mom's house (thanks Mama and Robbie)! I can't tell you how much I miss her, and I know she's extremely confused. So Jackson decided to bring her to St.Mary's for a little visit. Talk about lifting my spirits. It's amazing what a big ball of fur can do for a girl that's about to go crazy. Here are some pics of her visit.

Two more things: First, I need to say a very big Happy Birthday to my love, Jackson. He is 34 today and having to spend his day and work and at the hospital with me. I promise, we'll celebrate when we get these babies here. I love you, baby. Thanks for keeping me company and always cheering me up!

Second, there is not much change in the baby department. I have had a lot of contractions lately, and I thought last night might be the night, but not yet. My nurse, Sandy called Dr. Leach and he put me back on the meds that stop my contractions, and for the most part, that has done the trick. I'm still not dialated, but I may be a little more thinned out. But the good news is that the babies are lower. That's something right? The fetal specialist come in today to check on the little ones, and I'm sure I'll get two thumbs up and the "just keep going" speech.

I'll post after I see the docs.