A certain little miss pulled out her feeding tube.  (This is something she has been actively trying to do for seven weeks.)  Since she was doing reasonably well with her bottles, the nurses decided to leave it out and see how things went from there… and Peanut hasn’t looked back.  Apparently she’s decided she is a big girl now and she’s D-O-N-E with the NICU.  Which is to say, we’re looking at discharge as early as tomorrow (OMG, wouldn’t that be wonderful?) so hubby and I are currently running around like two chickens who thought they were prepared to get their heads cut off but suddenly realized that they had to install baby monitors and do one more load of laundry and hang pictures and organize a diaper drawer and and and… sorry, I’ve been in the NICU every day for going on two months and I seem to have misplaced my brain.  All this is just to tell you that I’m swamped today and I’ll be back to regularly scheduled bookish posting on Friday.  With… hoping against hope… a little baby in the house.  Wish me luck.