Can you believe it? It was around this time with Gatito that walking became incredibly painful. So far, so good thus time, although I wouldn’t mind the excuse to work from home!
The girl is still scaring the crap out of me with occasional days of limited movement. The thing that gets her going is never sugar, always hamburgers. I have a crazy nonstop craving for couscous, too, though she doesn’t seem to react to that.
My iPregnancy app tells me a baby born at 32 weeks has a 97% survival rate and a 15% chance of major medical complications. Last night, as I was putting Gatito to bed, I told him he had 6 more weeks of camp and after that the baby would be born. He is very excited and asked something about her being born now. I told him she wasn’t ready yet, and he asked what would happen if she were born now. I explained that she would have to stay at the hospital for a few weeks instead of coming home to live with us right away.
You know what he said? “Nobody would want their baby to have to live at the hospital.”
Smart, perceptive boy. I’m so glad he’ll be nearly 4 by the time the baby is born. I’m sure we will have our share of standard new sibling issues, but Gatito at 3 was not ready for a baby and Gatito at 4 is going to be an awesome big brother.
