Day 11

I have good days and bad, and that's to be expected. Yesterday was just hilarious, good, and bad. But not all at the same time.
I had a visit from my bestest friend ever, Lauren (AKA Auntie Lauren). If there's anyone who's equally as excited as hubby and I about our little Emma, it would be her (ok, and the grandparents too). I've known her since we were both 6, so not only is she my best friend, but she's my sister. And don't even get me started on how much I love her WHOLE family... they took me in for Christmas Eve this past year because I had just found out that I was pregnant and hubby was working that night. I didn't want to be around family and accidentally spill the beans because we had planned to announce the big news on Christmas day. It was the most fun I've had on Christmas Eve since I was a kid and I always leave their house feeling happy and loved. Anyways, my Lauren came to visit me yesterday and brought me some hate chicken Chick-fil-A. We had some fun reminiscing on the old days of working there as teenagers and all of the shenanigans we got into. She then took me for a wheelchair ride and somehow we both made it out alive... I thought hubby was a dangerous wheelchair driver but OMG. I didn't know a wheelchair could go so fast, and I also didn't know she could race me down the hallway without getting kicked out of the hospital. She attempted to hop on the back like a shopping cart and almost lost her foot... I was laughing so hard that I worried I'd go into labor! So we hung out and talked and she ended up staying for most of the afternoon/evening which made my day go by so fast. She also brought me some goodies. I just love that crazy fool!!!
So aside from that, my day was pretty typical. Emma behaved well on the monitor but I had more contractions than usual, leading to me having to drink insane amounts of water. I also had to be monitored three times as I began having more frequent contractions at night, but luckily no meds this time. Just tons and tons of water.
Today is day 11... I woke up feeling nauseous, shaky, weak, and just not good overall. I ate a healthy breakfast and felt better, but now I'm starting to feel sick again. Hmph. I haven't been monitored yet because they are upgrading the computer system so once that's done, I can get hooked up. It kind of throws off my afternoon schedule of lunch, nap time, and shower but I think I'll get over that :)
I saw the OB and the specialist today and there was no talk of going home. They're happy that I'm stable but I guess being stable doesn't erase the fact that I'm in preterm labor and have pre-eclampsia. I get it. But I just want to go home! I miss my puppy sooooooooooo much it hurts. I can't believe it could be up to another two months or more before I see her and cuddle with her again. I also just want to sleep in my own bed with my hubby by my side and my puppy by my feet (or lying with her head resting on my ankle or my leg. that's my favorite!).
Things I look forward to:
Not having to measure my urine output.
Not having to keep track of the amount of liquid I drink.
Being able to go to the fridge to get a cold drink or something to eat.
Not having people coming in and out of my room all day.
Having more than a handful of TV channels.
Not having a hard bar in my bed under my bum.
Being able to go outside.
Eating a home cooked meal.

But most of all, I look forward to being with my baby at home. I want her to be healthy and not need to be in the NICU for long, so I'll endure this hospital awfulness as long as I need to. Emma's movements have changed a bit, and I can feel her rolling around a little more. The little pokes and twitches have shifted into feeling larger body parts moving around, so I'm getting a better idea as to how big she is. Her feet have been on my right side for a while now and she frequently pokes me, strokes my insides, or pushes with them. Sometimes I can press on my side and she'll poke me back and I love when that happens... it always makes me smile, even when she pushes back so hard that it hurts. She's a silly baby.