I asked Josh for pictures of Lola. Well, it was more like a demand than request. He's obliged, and I don't think he knows how much her face does for me.
My recent favorite is attached here.
Lola discovered the art of hair product by means of peanut butter. Her aunt Louanne would be so proud.


Lunch is done. Knitting is done. The health care summit go's on long past schedule.
At around 12p.m. a couple was moved into the bed next to us. We never saw them from behind our dividing curtain, but could pick up on some of the conversation. She believes she's having a boy. Her husband's name is also Jesse...
Now that it's going on 2p.m., they've moved out for a cesarean.
I miss them.

Another doctor drops by to ask us how we're doing. He tells me that I look pretty stable. He says that as soon as they can do an ultrasound they'll be ready to move us up to a more long term room. I guess the new concern is that one of the babies is a bit smaller than the other, even though both are well within healthy weight range for their age. I'm neither concerned about this, nor am I surprised that they've found something new to cause delay. I'm in a hospital. Hospitals are for sick people, and so they are bound to find a way to qualify my being here.

Nancy Pelosi looks exceptionally human-like today.