36 weeks + 2 days

Oh, what a crazy few days we've had here recently.

After my brother's wedding, I had hoped things would quieten down. Instead, my Nanna took a turn for the worse. Since having her second breast cancer surgery, her health has been rapidly declining, and she has gotten steadily weaker. Her birthday was on Sunday, and by Monday, she was looking terrible. Tuesday morning, she collapsed in the bathroom & was unresponsive and taken to the emergency room.

Since then, she's been admitted into the palliative care unit, which is scary, but also the best place for her until she gets some strength back. She could be there a few days, a few weeks, or for good - but the doctors think that with rest and fluids, they might be able to get her back home. I've been sneaking out of my rest most days to visit for a few hours, because I know she appreciates the company... and getting to have a good belly rub!

It's heartbreaking seeing her so tired and so sick - I hate cancer. :( She is the sweetest lady, would do anything for anybody, and I hope to grow up just like her one day. All she keeps telling the doctors and nurses is that she wants to meet her great-grand-daughter, and I really, really hope she gets that chance. It'll break my heart for my daughter to miss out on knowing her amazing Great-Nanna, even though if things don't go as planned, I know she'll stay with her. In the meantime, this was taken on her birthday twelve months ago: is she not the cutest granny ever?

All is fairly quiet on the baby front {other than my belly continuing to grow to the size of a small house} - I don't have an OB visit this week, because of the Easter holidays.

*TMI WARNING*
Over the last few days, I've started getting strands of snotty-looking bits down-below, mostly clear but once tinged with brown. I'm watching with curiosity, but have no idea whether it's the start of my plug coming away, or just an increase in gross, pregnancy discharge. Who knew I'd be watching the loo paper like crazy towards the end?

Nearly everyone who sees me thinks I'll have this baby before the 22nd, which kind of frightens me: not that I'll have her early {please, yes!} but that I'll be getting my hopes up for that, and then end up still pregnant at 41 weeks or something. I'm just going to trust that she'll know when she's baked enough... and keep fingers crossed.