Sprung

Well, I'm home.

For now.

This morning at 8 am, my cervix measured 2 cm. I immediately became frantic that they weren't going to let me out. I consulted with my specialist -- Dr. Google -- and read as many articles from reputable sources as I could find. I decided one thing: I was going home today.

The main reason is that I am not showing other signs of preterm labor. No dilation, contractions are infrequent, blood pressure spot-on, no pain or bleeding or swelling, and the boys have the perfect amount of fluid. I can pop pills and grow hair on my legs just as effectively at home as I can in the hospital. If they weren't going to do anything else to help my babies (and I knew they couldn't, seeing as there is nothing else to treat), then I would be taking myself right out the door. Along with the body wash from the shower and juice from the mini-fridge.

Fortunately I didn't have to lay down the law break down in sobs for the doctor. When she came in a couple of hours later, she was feeling good about the results and immediately told me I could go home, as long as I really follow the guidelines of strict bedrest. She seemed to think I was caring for Bean when I was home on bedrest earlier in the week, which I absolutely wasn't, but I didn't argue because, Hey! I'm not an idiot and I want to go home.

(And to repeat: If there was anything they could do for the babies in the hospital better than I could do from home, of course I would stay.)

So now I am looking at my own walls again, with my son and pooch thrilled to have mama back. I wish I could say the same for DH, but I can tell that I am already driving him crazy with my nagging loving, gentle reminders that he needs to sort the mail, wash Bean's clothes, go grocery shopping, and return library books. Oh, and I could use a refill on my water. Thanks.

I need to call first thing on Monday to make an additional appointment with the OB as soon as they can fit me in. Hopefully I will be home until then, barring any more scary episodes.

I also need to catch up on emails and your blogs. I have no idea how I was on hospital bedrest for four days and still managed to accrue 110 unread posts in my Google Reader. I hope to find out lots of good news that you've been sharing!