The babies are still inside me. Thank you lord, thank you lord, thank you lord.
I am home from the hospital and have a sweet set-up in our apartment. Before hubs leaves for work, I rest on the couch in his study. Then when he leaves, I move to the daybed in our living room, where I have my laptop, cell phone, books and flat screen TV awaiting me. Through the powers of luck and compassion, some unexpected remote work needs to be done for my office so (fingers tightly crossed) it appears I can continue working full-time even though I’m not at the office….the distraction of my job and the feeling of productivity are gifts from above.
Lunch requires a walk back to the kitchen for some soup or lefties. Then it’s back to the daybed in the front of the apartment to work for the rest of the day. Hubs gets home about 8ish and I hang out on the couch in his study while he makes dinner. I’m staying up til 11:30ish (so late for me) to try to make myself tired enough that I can sleep through the night without waking up and worrying too terribly much.
My stomach feels tight and I can feel the contrax—usually in spurts. They totally freak me out—it’s like a 2ww all over again, where I analyze every single twinge and tightening. But so far there has been no pain, no bleeding, no water breaking. So I just take deep breaths and pray for my body to stay strong and keep Baby A and Baby B safe.
One more day, one more day, one more day.