Then over the weekend (technically the first day of week 39), we travelled back about 2.5 hours west for my cousin's wedding. I was very anxious about possibly going into labor while we were out of town. There is a decent hospital about 30 minutes or so from where we were staying so it wouldn't have been the end of the world. However, I'd much rather be at the hospital I'm familiar with, with my midwives and doula available. By God's grace, Abigail held out and the trip was great. I got to see several aunts and uncles I haven't seen in years. Most of them haven't even had the chance to meet our youngest two kids in person (they've only seen them on Facebook) until then. It was a joy!
|The current grandkids all together. ;)|
Until next time...