The irony of my "it couldn't get any worse post"- read previous post if you're lost, is that it kind of did. I totally jinxed myself. Saturday afternoon I was admitted to labor and delivery from signs of pre-term labor. Contractions, some spotting, and unbeknownst to me, I was/am almost completely effaced and dialated to a one. I'm 29 weeks.
The babies have gotten steroid shots, in case they decide to make an early early arrival, but we're all hoping they'll stay put. A couple weeks would be great. They seem to be doing fine in there, and although they haven't been able to stop the contractions completely like they'd hoped, it's not really progressing either. Each week now will be a blessing to have them inside. I'm SO glad that they didn't decide to come yesterday, with Wyatt driving cross country moving our stuff home. He got in around 6pm tonight, poor guy hardly stopped driving, but I'm so so grateful that I don't have to be here alone anymore.
They don't know yet whether or not I'll be sent home on bed rest, or "living" here at the hospital on bed rest... but either way, it's gotten serious, and I'm completely out of commission. Technically bed rest with bathroom privileges is what I've been ordered. I get to go pee by myself, you mean?! yes. I figured it would happen at some point. Usually does with twins, I guess I was just hoping we'd at least be moved in first. I do have to say we have rockstar families that got all our boxes moved for us Saturday morning. I feel lucky that I can call for help, and have loads of family show up- even though neither me or Wyatt were able to help. Thanks for all your calls, emails and messages. You have no idea how much they help!
I'll keep posting when I can, and with all the free time I have to sit on my arse here, you may be hearing from me more than you'd like.