For staying put, that is. Because despite my fears to the contrary, I have managed to get myself mostly recovered and have done a few NORMAL PERSON activities without immediately sending myself into labor! I was so sure I'd go directly from my couch back to the hospital, with nary a day in between to do anything fun that I'd been missing out on like shopping or eating out or, you know, shaving my legs and putting on makeup like the somewhat groomed person I was previously. But I have, in the past two days, gone to the mall and gotten my hair cut and highlighted (five inches off, thank you very much!) gone out to lunch, and today am planning to go walk around and shop a bit in a cute little town about a half hour from here- with help, of course. Still no driving for me, but come one! I have made huge progress! I am feeling happy!
I've also had to use my Brethine several times since this semi-return to normal (read: upright) life, as my contractions seem to be triggered by any movement beyond the lifting of the remote. And I decided yesterday, after experiencing afresh the truly horrid side effects of the stuff, that I would rather go into labor at this point than have to take that crap again, so as of now I am on Full Baby Alert. I even packed my bag!
I'm very happy to have made it this far, honestly- thirty seven weeks is a big milestone, right? It's technically considered term, I think. All this trouble and misery, and I managed to keep that bun in the oven! Yay me.
So I'll go out and walk around and visit the farmer's market today with Addy and my mom, enjoy the sunshine which I've been missing, and then hopefully pop this kid out in a few days! (Also, hopefully "pop" will indeed prove an accurate euphemism for deliver, as opposed to, say, "struggle and strain and wish plague and death upon my husband.")