...at least they kept their promise

I was told that at the very latest, they would assess my cervical length on Thursday and if there was no change, I could go home. I already had an appointment booked for 2:15 for an ultrasound on that day in the hospital, but since I was an inpatient, they cancelled my appointment and then managed to squeeze me in at the last minute. And lucky me, no change!

But then they had to wait for the results of my glucose test. Then they had to contact home care and see if they could take me on as a patient twice a week (they just come in and assess my and Gunther III's vitals). Then the charge nurse took her lunch break. So at 8:00, I finally got discharged.

I'm at home now. I spent these past days enjoying the fact that I could sleep without someone coming by and waking me up. Or that I didn't have to try to sleep through other people snoring (after all these years, I'm used to Gunther's tone of snoring and I sleep right through it), talking, or their inductions (which was what was going on the last few days, how bloody wonderful is that to be happening in the high risk ward?). I still feel tired and run down, but that's partially because I can't get up and move to wake myself up. My doctor wants me to either sit or lie down for the most part. I can stand and walk minimally. Like going to the bathroom, grabbing myself something to drink, or to go from one part of the house to another to sit. I may have not been the most energetic and active girl in the world, but this is annoying. Mind you, it's not worth the risk just to go for a walk. Not to mention that all this not moving around is already weakening the legs. I've spent the past week in a wheelchair at the hospital (the only way they'd approve of me getting around) or in bed. And Thursday, it was obvious I was losing muscle tone in my legs. When I got up, it took me three times as long to get 5 feet away. I was walking like someone with bad osteoperosis.

So far, things are good. Just got to take it one day at a time, and hope like hell I make it to September. My doctor is taking it as "small goals" as he put it. Strive right now for 28 weeks. 28 weeks gets past a certain number of problems if he's born. After that, strive for 30. Then 32. Then 34... Every 2 weeks longer brings him closer to being born with no issues. Although I would prefer him to be term, striving for a 2 week point past my current situation doesn't seem as hard. Things are still touch and go, but he's gone further than Menerva Jr. did... I guess that's saying something.