Wow, my last post was fabulously angsty.  Technically, life has become a little more difficult since then, but it really doesn't matter, because Johnny is home.  Although, the poor guy had to high-tail it back to meet me in the hospital...
Zachary's disposition had improved by leaps and bounds.  He's definitely been on a growth spurt.  He's been eating like a little piggie and he's back to sleeping long naps and snoozing for 10-12 hours/night.  He's been babbling up a storm and getting into everything he can possibly grab.
Zachary's little brother is now causing the trouble maker.  I had contractions all afternoon on Friday and went in around 4pm to get checked.  It turned out that I had dilated another 2 1/2 cm since my appointment two days before.  They flipped out, shot me up with Terbutaline, and sent me to the hospital, where I would have passed out from my reaction to that drug had it not been for the thoughtful CNA who rushed me to a bed.  My contractions wouldn't stop, so they started me on a water/glucose IV, which involved a nurse probing in my arm with a needle until it bruised and she moved on to torture my other arm.  Only a couple hours after the shot they gave me a pill of the same drug and another pill of Procardia.  Things finally settled down and we were able to go home for the night.  I was so drugged up that I could barely walk.  Little Gabriel was not pleased; he spent the niext couple hours kicking up a storm.
Now, I am still drugged up, getting painful, crampy, half-contractions all day, and not allowed to take even a short walk.   Just have to get through another week and a half!  We can do this.
I have now caught 5 mice.  There are 5 little mouse bodies in the outside garbage can.  We are infested.  The landlords are going to have to call an exterminator.   Although I am proud of my mice-catching abilities, they really need to go.
Tomorrow is Cleaning Day.  Unfortunately, I'm not allowed to vaccum, so all I can do is tidy, clean the bathroom, and do laundry.  I'll also get my grocery shopping in. Zach loves Wal Mart.  Busy day tomorrow.
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Of course Zach love shopping. He's my godson.
Hehehe.
And I'm praying for you! You can do ANYTHING for a week. Except stand in an elevator with a real honest to goodness "natural" hippie for 17 floors...you think you have it hard...
Just keep that bun cookin'...
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