Today my nurse mentioned that this unit where I've been living is mainly for multiples, ruptures, contractions and bleeders. Great, I'm all of the above. And I've been here longer than any of the other current multiples, ruptures, contractions or bleeders. I don't know if I should feel proud or worried. Worried that we're not going to be able to get away this much longer. We'd like to milk it for at least another 4-5 weeks.
I did have some more bleeding yesterday, which turned into lots of contractions by evening - some of them very strong and only 3-5 minutes apart. The nurses kept asking me about my pain, on a scale from 1 t0 10 with annoying corresponding smiley faces. It wasn't the physical discomfort that was bothering me so much as the disappointment in that I was probably going to deliver very soon. The bleeding didn't last very long, and once the nurse administered some terbutaline the contractions stopped as well. I can have up to two doses of the terb within 12 hours, but it may not always work as well as it did last night.
The babies are happy as clams. They tolerated the contractions just fine, no decrease in their heart rates. An ultrasound this morning show they're just as cute as ever (they get that from their Dad).
And a hearty "Hip Hip Hooray!" to Fr. Jim Wall for his appointment by Pope Benedict XVI as the new bishop of Gallup, NM.
One more thing: this baby is super cute.