Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm at the hospital. Don't be alarmed, it's to monitor the baby. One of the tests I just had done came back with results that pretty much ensure I'll stay pregnant for at least two more weeks.
I also had a shot of some steroids that will help Ladybug's lung development just in case she is born early.
Yeah. That hurt.
And I get another one tomorrow. Oh joy. The good thing about shots is they only last about three seconds, then they're over.
Not so with the IV in my hand. Woo! That smarted.
The doctors here have been EXCELLENT. Truly. They have put us at ease and made me feel like everything is going to be okay. Which it will be. I hope.
Ladybug is movin and groovin, which is a very good sign. They're taking very good care of us both even though the food in this place is... how do you say it? Rather rank.
Fruit is good though. And I have York peppermint patties, chocoate, and pretzels provided by my beautiful sister Jessababe. (See the Secret Life of B's under my favorite bloggies.)
So all in all, even though I'm strapped to lots of monitors and the IV drip is making me need to pee yet AGAIN, I'm in pretty good spirits. Trying to have faith and stay positive. Because I know Ladybug can feel that. And faith can move mountains.
Sorry I don't have any pictures. You can picture me in your head if you want: hospital gown. Very cute. Yoga pants my mum gave me. Hair up in a messy bun. Oh-so-attractive. And a fruit tray I don't think I'll finish.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, I must go, for I really do have to pee. And my oh my is it ever a process.