Well, Otis is causing more ruckus...I woke up at 2am leaking. TMI, sorry, but I was! I waited to see if it really was my water breaking and sure enough, I soaked myself again. The midwives told me to come right in, so at 2:30am we dragged Ingrid out of bed and brought her with us to the hospital. She and Brendan only stayed for a bit, then went home until my mom could make it over to take over wee one duty.
I'm exactly 31 weeks today, so it's not horrible but they'd like him to stay in for three more weeks. Three weeks of me being on bedrest in the hospital. Three weeks of me sitting around a hospital room with a view of a brick wall, no joke. Three weeks of NOT SEWING! I don't want Otis to be too early, but I also would not like to spend three weeks here.
I'm hooked up to monitors and he's doing fine, heart rate is good, they gave me meds to calm down the contractions. It's wait and see. My whole life is wait and see. Like once he's born he's going in the NICU and we'll wait and see how he does. He'll have to stay for awhile, and in the meantime Brendan's going to hear about job offers. So we'll be planning a move, dealing with a preemie, and a 2 1/2 yr old. Sounds fun, right??
Keep us in your thoughts, we'll be here.