Good news. Really.

So last night we got some good news.

Now, I don't speak Doctor, so this is totally unscientific and I might be screwing it up. But you'll get the basic idea.

Matt's mom is about to have her 3rd round (out of 6) of chemo. They did some bloodwork and found that whatever counts of bad cells (? see. I'm screwing this up already) there were related to the cancer in her blood are going down. WAY down. The doctor was very excited. I guess before she started the chemo, her counts were over 1,000. Now they are under 200. 35 is considered normal.

SO--this means that it appears her body is responding well to the chemo. Which is HUGE. And awesome.

Prayers and thoughts are working. Thank you, to those who have sent any up on account of us.

Three weeks from today will be my last day of work. It's so hard for me to go from complete work mode, where I'm veryveryveryfocused to STOP. Sometimes I feel that without me in room 221, then room 221 falls apart and THE! WORLD! ENDS! which is very silly but just how I roll. Kind of like how I feel about not doing any structured workouts, a nice hard track run, hard 400s in the pool, or a tempo ride. You know. I got over that, eventually, and when I get to do it again it's nice and new and all exciting all over. Usually the same is said for work, too.

Matt and I have the nursery all ready--little bitty yellow and green onesies and gowns ready to go, bouncy seat out (which, by the way, my 33 pound toddler still thinks he can get into--and it's hilarious), dog totally knows something is up and is NOT happy (so we're giving him lots of extra treats), and I am in full nesting mode with making stews and soups and food and trying to freeze what I can.

And I'm TIRED, yo. Seriously tired. I am having a rough time sleeping--MAJOR heartburn (maybe that means a full head of hair on this little bean again?), and lots of tossing and turning. But that all comes with the territory. Oh, and I probably shouldn't watch 24 right before I go to bed. Unless I want nightmares about Russian hit men coming to shoot me in the head.

So things are getting a little better...the pinky has healed nicely and although it's still quite angular, at least it's kind of almost back to normal. I can type with it, at least!

Been overwhelmed with the support of good friends these last 2 weeks...thanks to all, both on the interwebs here and my "real life" friends who have been checking on us, praying for us, and just being good people. You guys rock.

Tomorrow will be another swim with my Preggy Pals. Operation Can I Still Do Flip Turns at Almost 37 weeks is ON. Maybe I'll even try to get some video. Because that would just be good quality entertainment.

Good news, good news...good stuff.