So here we are, 33 weeks, and all is good. The bump is growing, the kitchen is finished and we are slowing starting to settle into our own house again.
Friday marked the 8th birthday of one very special little boy... My first born, Tyler James.
Sunday was the event of the year, the birthday party, presented to you by none other than Shannon and Jen. The cake was picked up, the decorations were hung, the boys were decked out in all things Mariners.
Then this happened...
I took a spill before the party even started and bought myself 4-6 hours of monitoring in OB triage. Well, once hooked up to the monitors it was quite apparent that that 4-6 hours was going to be more like 24 hours. I was contracting quite frequently and they wanted to start me on meds to keep them at bay. Given my previa all this contracting was putting me at high risk for bleeding. Back home the party went on, thanks to my partners in crime, the Hofmeister's. Tyler had so much fun he didn't even notice I was gone. Me, on the other hand, had a harder time dealing with it.
What I thought was going to be a passing thing with this pregnancy ended up putting me on "rest status" when my check up with the doctor still had me contracting. I'll be the first to admit, I am not very good at resting.
