Epic Pizza

Adam and I needed to have fun, so last night we went overboard. I think never having fun caused us to overdo it. We made 2 cans of black bean dip, 2 pizzas (1 with half Hawaiian, half meat-lovers, and the other with veggies), and a cherry cobbler. Then we played Left 4 Dead 2 for two hours until we were practically falling asleep. Afterwards, we watched Pixar shorts on You-tube and went into a pizza-induced coma until just now when I woke up and decided to share some good news.

Elijah was over 6 pounds yesterday. They are scheduling his surgery week after next (Scheduling! That means they are making a schedule!). They will have his operation on either Tuesday the 19th or Friday the 22nd. That's as long as we don't have a set-back.

Possibility for set-back aside, it's wonderful to have a time that I can get my head around instead of "forever and ever and on and on and never ever stopping." They say to expect 3 weeks after his surgery (barring complications, always, always barring complications). Then, home. If he's not home by August, I'm going to start picketing outside the hospital (with signs that say "Set Elijah Free," chanting "No more set-backs" and singing "We Will Overcome").

I had a weird dream the other night. I dreamed that a "discharge nurse" came and went into Elijah's room. She had the words "Discharge Nurse" written in what I hoped was red crayon on her name tag. Her hair was all askew, like she was wearing a wig, and she was wearing one of those traditional nurse uniforms with the little hat, but it didn't fit her well and it was covered in blood. She took Elijah and shook him, and said she was trying to see if he could go home, but I said, "He can't! He still has to have his surgery!" And then I woke up.

This is taking too long.

One of these days, we will be the family that gets to roll their little baby out in the special wooden discharge bassinet and drive him away, away from that place.


------Update------
6 pounds 4 ounces. Woot.