5 in 4

To say I despise renting is an understatement. This will be our 5th time to move in 4 years. Only 1 of those times was because of us, the move back to ID in the first place. The rest have been because the owners either wanted to sell it, or rent to family, or these last 2 times, because they refuse to fix the major problems with the house. Interesting... I thought that was supposed to be the benefit of renting instead of owning. So here we are, moving for the 5th time. With the deadline looming and no place found, I was really beginning to freak out. But a huge blessing: we found a place not a day too soon.

In the meantime, Aidan is enjoying his time with BillyJo and gets down right belligerent if she's not there. They cut him slack and laugh off the, "No! Go away, Dale!" (He still says it in a cute tone.) Course it's because they know if they give him a couple minutes and offer to play trains or read him a book, he will come around. And they are glad he is asserting himself. I am too... to a certain extent. The sassing back is normal and even healthy, in a way, but it's also annoying. And their smiling and giggling every time he does it isn't helping my efforts to teach him that it's rude and there is a better way to express his feelings. Oh well, we'll figure it out.

Jace is fighting his occupational therapy, and the threat he will be put in boot-like bracing is getting bigger and more forceful. It would be so sad if it came to that, because it would be such torture for my independent little dude. But he needs the help, and if he refuses it, I can't say no to the bracing. It would mean he'd be in diapers longer too. How on earth do you toilet train a boy with big honking braces on his legs??? Not a task I'm willing to take on with a newborn in tow. Next therapy session, when I hear the inevitable threat, I'll have to ask how long before they stop threatening and act.

Damon is still big, but his growth has leveled out a bit. I'm now on weekly ultrasounds while still doing 2 NSTs a week. My blood pressure is still holding, which is frankly, so amazing it's almost unbelievable. So I'm really glad they found the blood clotting, because the Lovenox has eliminated the pre-eclampsia (I was always told I just had hypertension, but have since been informed over and over that I had "severe pre-eclampsia"... why do doctors lie???) and seizures and swelling and leg/arm pain and insane weight gain. I've gained more than I wanted, being on insulin, but still not anywhere near what I have in the past with the uncontrolled pre-eclampsia. Which is good for Damon. Maybe we can eek in 3 more weeks for him...