I’m sitting here, eating spoonfuls of sweetened condensed milk and feeling slightly depressed. I’m waiting for my magic bars to come out of the oven. A dose of sugary gooeyness will make me feel better, of course.
I spent two nights and one day in the hospital last week, due to pregnancy complications. I’m 32 weeks pregnant. Ideally, I would stay pregnant until 40 weeks. At this point, I am hoping to at least make it to 36 weeks. 34 weeks. Anything. Three more days.
Unfortunately, I’ve had a decent amount of bleeding and contractions. Really this is the best case scenario – if the baby came now, it would be small but okay (as opposed to coming in previous weeks).
I’m still selfishly saddened, because I’ve gone from being really active (probably over-active) to as inactive as possible. I was told by the releasing doctor that I needed large rest periods in the day. No stairs more than twice a day, with “5-6 times being too many”. Yikes. We have two sets of stairs in our house. I normally go up and down stairs at least 30-40 times a day. Not going down a flight of stairs does help with my contractions, so I’m trying to stay on the first floor.
I was told a lot of other things, and I have also just realized that I am currently incapable of doing very much anyways.
Putting Luke into the car seat is out of the question, and he can’t climb in himself. So I’m sadly home bound for a while, unless Zach is there to help me. Hopefully I feel better soon. If not, this is going to be a long 8 weeks with a 2-year-old going stir crazy. Lots of in-home playdates needed…
My magic bars are done. I’m waiting for them to cool.
Zach went to the grocery store for the weekly supplies. I put ice cream on the list.