It's official! I made it past the big 34 week mark (and the perinatologist insists I'm at 35)! This is a huge date as anything before this meant a probable transfer to Primary Children's hospital. At this point the Dr. feels there may be a few days in NICU (and maybe no time in NICU) but that we have passed the truly worrisome time.
I'm doing OK. I've been able to venture out on a few errands, went to dinner with friends one night, and have gone to church a couple of times. It just depends on the day. Unfortunately I got a cold and my body struggles a little when I get sick. Last night I had some consistent, eye-watering, "shoot that hurts" contractions, so I've been drugged up since then. I'm sure a day or 2 of drugs and rest and I'll be back to my super-exciting, never-stop, life style that I've settled into. Can I just tell you how awesome it will be in a couple of weeks to not worry about those contractions and in fact encourage them to continue?
What an adventure this has been. I've been pregnant for 34 weeks and on restrictions for 14 of those weeks. After 14 weeks, the next 2 weeks will certainly fly by, right?