My days have looked pretty much the same these past weeks... Tv, stay in bed, visit with friends, pay bills, coordinate my kids' schedule and read books. Sounds pretty decent, but I tell you that after over 5 weeks, it's very old! My energy level is fading because of the rest. I don't have much responsibility, but I also have no freedom... Haven't ridden in a car since July 11 and I can't even go outside without someone pushing me in a wheel chair. Next time, I'll take these breaks in smaller doses, please!
I am monitored for contractions & heart rate twice a day & there was a little more activity with that today. They raised my dosage of medicine to keep those at a minimum, so the doctors & nurses are watching me a little more closely. I go through phases of accepting the idea that I'll be in the hospital for 3 more weeks, then today happens & I wonder if I'll make it through the weekend. I take comfort in reminding myself that God knows our baby boy's birthday... That HE cares for our son (and for me) more than we do. In terms of medicine I think the doctors are surprised, although glad, that I've made it this far. We are not surprised & feel like it is only because of God that we are expecting for everyone to be healthy! Keep praying!