My Guppy

No berry pie tonight... I devoured my gigantor chocolate chip cookie a little while ago while watching a show with the hubby. He has today and tomorrow off so he's staying the night with me- what a trooper. His bed is so uncomfortable here and he has to deal with being woken up and having people in and out of my room all day and night, but he's taking it in stride. Just to have him here makes me feel so much better, and I felt like a little kid waiting for the mailman to arrive with a package this morning when he was on his way. He took me for my first wheelchair ride this afternoon and I got to go outside for the first time in a week. A WEEK! It was nice to sit in the sun for a little bit and breathe in some fresh air, much less to just get out of this darned room! I'm glad hubby is skilled at pushing a wheelchair due to his job, yet that also means he's confident enough to NASCAR me down the hallway and zig zag me back and forth. He was so tempted to pop a wheelie, but I think he knew I'd kill him if he tried. That's one reason why I enjoy him being around- he makes me laugh all the time. I love his sense of humor :) We laughed and joked around all day, which made me feel a lot better... even if most of the laughter was at my expense. I spilled a ton of water on my bed this evening, so the tech came in to change my sheets (hubby offered to do it for her, he's so sweet!) and he decided to ask her if I could have a sippy cup. Nice. I'll remember that...

He also brought me a buffalo chicken sub from Publix, which was so tasty. AND- Cheetos! I'm a Cheetos fiend, and I've been having to save my dessert after dinner so I have a snack before bed because room service closes at 9pm and I get hungry before I turn in for the night. I've been staying up until midnight because that's when I get my meds, and it's too difficult to fall back asleep after being woken up after only an hour or two. So I just keep myself awake until meds and then pass out afterward. Anyways- the Cheetos are going to be a big help because I can finally just have a snack right when I'm hungry instead of calling room service and waiting for my food to arrive or not being able to call if it's after hours. I get hungry very quickly and it comes on strong, so if Cheetos weren't my best friend already, they would have quickly gained that status in the next few days.

Today was a good day all around- I had my favorite day shift nurse today, whose fiance is coincidentally a firefighter too, just like my hubby. We actually have quite a bit in common and she's hung out in my room for a little bit here and there to talk and joke around. She even brought me a birthday card this morning because she's off tomorrow, which is my actual birthday, and wanted to get it to me today. My morning monitoring went great- baby girl's heart beat looked fantastic! But I had two contractions in 20 minutes, so they had to keep me on for another ten to make sure I didn't have another contraction, which I didn't. So I was only on the monitors for 30 minutes this morning. The perinatologist came in to see me and it was the same one I saw the second day I was here. He's absolutely amazing and reminds me of my reproductive endocrinologist (fertility specialist, AKA my RE), whom I really liked and trusted. So the perinatologist came in and kind of small talked with me for a little bit, which I really like in a doctor. I hate feeling like they're so busy that they just get right down to the nitty gritty and waltz away before you have time to come up with a question. He's pleased that the last few days have gone well and hinted that there's a very tiny chance that I could actually go home before I deliver. He told me that it's only a small chance and not to count on it, but that it's happened in cases like this before and he wants me to keep that in the back of my mind. Today is my repeat of my 24 hour urine collection (happy happy joy joy) and those results are going to be quite important. If things haven't gotten any worse or much worse, that will be another factor in determining whether I can actually go home. If I can go home, I don't think it'll be right away, but at least I can hope a little that it happens. But I'm still prepared to be here for the long haul. I really can't believe it's already been a full week! The OB came in a little while later and echoed the same thing that the perinatologist said. She also told me that I'm not going to have to get any more steroid shots in my bum and I was so thrilled with that. That shot hurt so bad! And the nurse that administered the second one in the series injected it way too fast... it's a thick shot, and over the course of today, that spot went from not being sore at all to being increasingly tender and sore. It makes me think back to this 13 year old boy I used to work with last year that had a progressively sore hip/glute after his leg landed in between the frame and the jumping portion of a trampoline. They thought he pulled a muscle, but it turned out that he developed a MRSA infection deep in his hip where a pocket formed from the trauma. He was in the hospital for like 6 weeks! Yikes! So naturally hubby is making fun of my sore bum because it's just so hysterical to him. lol.
I've seen a few babies when I've been out of my room for ultrasounds or on my "mom's day out" wheelchair ride today and I've also heard a baby or two in the room next to me. I wish they would have put me in that room- it seems that the women who get put in that room leave quickly. I want to go home too! But anyways, it actually doesn't bother me at all to hear or see the babies. It reminds me of the fact that little Emma is still in there and that I can hopefully look forward to hearing her cries and holding her. Just not any time soon, I hope.
Emma is still being a silly little baby. She swooshes and rolls around while being monitored and has to be chased down to get her heartbeat in the beginning. She hiccups a lot too... and consistently kicks me in my right side. She's big enough now that I can feel her foot poking me and sticking out sometimes. It's not comfortable, but I love it! I dubbed her the "guppy" today. This will likely sound strange, but the whole experience of feeling her in there reminds me of a fish... like a little guppy or a goldfish swimming around in a bag of water, and you can feel them when they hit or brush up against the side of it. And watching my belly jump around reminds me of fishing as a kid, and feeling the little tugs and bumps of a fish nibbling on the bait and seeing the bobber bounce up and down in the water. So my Emma is my little guppy. Hee hee.