Too Much Excitement

Yesterday started like any other...a few typical contractions, maybe slightly stronger than before. We decided NOT to go to the hospital knowing that I had my regular OB appointment that afternoon. David has been doing really well since his surgery and actually played golf in the morning. And then we had a quick meeting with our interior decorator (we are SO chic!). There was NOT much time for lunch, especially for David (this becomes important later on).

So anyway, the news at my appointment was not great. I was still contracting away, and unfortunately I am now one centimeter dilated by manual exam. Which equals true preterm labor, which most likely equals bedrest for the foreseeable future and no starting work in September. We were told that we needed to go directly to labor and delivery for monitoring at the hospital (this is getting all too familiar). Now right around this time David starts turning very pale and bleary eyed. Remember how he didn't have time to eat lunch? Well he was also VERY dehydrated from his golf playing (it's still difficult for him to swallow) and extremely hypoglycemic. I'm thinking that we're both going to end up at the hospital but thank goodness he perked up after a bit of fruit juice and an ice cream bar.

After David's excitment, we head straight over to my home-away-from-home at TMC and get right in. I'm hooked up to all the monitors and sure enough, contracting away. I'm given a dose of terbutaline (EVIL EVIL stuff) and taken off to have an ultrasound. The great news was that via the scan, my cervix is still long and closed (which is definitely reassuring according to my OB, but doesn't negate the 1cm dilation she felt on her exam). Contractions continued even after another dose of the dreaded terbutaline so IVs were started (OUCH!) and I was given a large dose of ibuprofen. I also had to get an injection of steroids to mature the little one's lungs, in case he makes an early appearance. They finally let us go home around 10:30 last night (thankfully, as there was a lot of discussion about admitting me for an overnight stay). Needless to say, NOT how we had envisioned spending our afternoon and evening.

I awoke to more contractions this morning and was instructed to go back over to the hospital. Thankfully this was only about a 3 hour stay, and the contractions are improving with another dose of Motrin (convinced them not to administer more terbutaline!). I have to go back to the hospital for the second steroid shot and more monitoring this afternoon. BUT...the good news is there is plenty of distraction in between visits because...

WE ARE OFFICIALLY MOVING INTO THE NEW HOUSE TODAY!!!!

David has done an amazing job of moving ALL of the contents of the old house this past week. He's been sore from the surgery, but overall has done EXTREMELY well, with essentially no down time. He is definitely NOT a complainer (unlike his pathetic wife!).

The other good news from yesterday is that during my ultrasound, they did a very cool 3-D image of the baby. Can't quite tell if he is more Jeck or more Thall yet. Hopefully we won't find out for sure for at LEAST another 8 weeks or so!!! Opinions???