But I'm rambling, let's get to the goods. My cervix this morning was back up to an average of 2.6 cm. The tech said at one point during the scan it was even up to 3 cm (like me, my cervix is SO! DYNAMIC!). There have been a few minor murmurs from the old ute, but I am not having significant worrisome contractions. In other words, things are looking decent, as reasonably good as I could have hoped for, given the prior circumstances.
But because I was already discharged from and readmitted to the hospital this week, the docs are recommending that I stay in the hospital until Saturday morning, and I agree that is wise. I will have another ultrasound then, and if I'm still above 2.5 cm (which I will be, right? RIGHT?), then I can go home to strict bedrest. DH will be home on Saturday to take care of me, then my Mom arrives on Sunday for two weeks. And after that... well, still scoping out banks to rob to afford that nanny.
What I'm struggling with most right now is the guilt. Having all this free time to
I don't mean to be a downer, I'm actually doing better today following the improved cervical measurement this morning. I just wanted to document and share a bit of the rollercoaster of emotions that comes along with this journey.
Now if you'll excuse me, I am excited to go take my first shower in 2 1/2 days, as I finally remembered to ask the doctor to add that privilege to my chart. I've really been pushing the limits of my Lady Mitchum. And it'd be nice to find that piece of corn I dropped down my shirt while having dinner yesterday.
A million thank yous, again and always.