31 weeks, 1 day

So to continue, I was feeling great. My doctor had me come in once a week for a check with her but I was also coming in once a week for a non-stress test. The test was mostly for Jocelyn since she didn't like to cooperate very well with the nurse. The next non-stress test took an hour and a half because Jocelyn didn't react or breathe until the last second. I knew that she was ok and so did the nurse but she wanted me to go see the periontologist anyways. I had not seen a peri the whole pregnancy so I was kind of excited. They were going to do a full ultrasound, non-stree test and consult with me. When I went in for the ultrasound, the tech automatically knew why Jocelyn seemed to be acting up, her placenta was hooked to the top of my stomach! The doctor had to have known that. The tech said that when someone put a doppler on her to listen to her heart, it would be hard to detect because of the placenta and I wouldn't be able to feel her as often as her sister either. I was so happy. They are so big! Jocelyn is 3.9 lbs and Adelyn is 3.11 lbs. They both look fantastic and passed the ultrasound test with flying colors. Also, Jocelyn was still breech but Adelyn had moved head down. One other very important thing to add here is my cervix was seen in the ultrasound. It was measured at 3.91 cm and was closed on the inside! I was thinking wow! that is great news!

Next was the non-stress test. Both babies did wonderfully, they passed with flying colors. The peri came in and said that I and the babies are in perfect health. She expected me to go full-term and everything would be perfect. I was crying when I left that appointment. I was so happy that everything was turning out how I had planned. Oh how funny life is.

I decided that since I was doing so well, I would go out to lunch with my mom. I went to her office and waited for her lunch hour. Finally, around one, we took a trip to the big Del Taco. I ate and ate and ate. It was so good! After about an hour, we were ready to leave and I went to the bathroom. I looked down and there was a spot of blood and my panties were soaked. I did not know what to think. I went out to the car where my mom was laughing. I told her oh great, I probably peed my pantsbut I don't know. We decided that I better take a trip to the hospital just to check and make sure. So I went laughing the whole way. When I got to the hospital, they examined me, it was probably just pee. They checked my cervix, I was still a 1. My contractions on the other hand were 1-2 minutes apart. I was just thinking, yea yea, we have been here before, just let me go home. The doc was aparently thinking the same thing and came in all ready to discharge me about 2 hours after she first checked my cervix. She said that she just wanted to check it one more time and then I could go home. When she checked, I was a 3 and 50% effaced. Now, I was not feeling any pain with these contractions, I have no clue what happened. Obviously, I wasn't going home.

So here I am today, 3 days later, on magnesium and wishing life would go a little faster. I hate the magnesium. Mostly, because I cannot drink hardly anything. I drink about 14-15 glasses of water a day and now they have me at maybe 3 or 4. I am so thirsty. I dream about water. I day dream about water. Supposely, it has something to do with not getting water in your lungs but I don't really care at this point. I am so uncomfortable. Even my butt is chapped. I am so oily and my face has broken out. I feel horrible because all I want to do is complain when I know that my babies are still inside of me kicking away. I just wish that I could be at home! To make matters worse, I am not able to see my daughter at all. The hospital has implemented a strict nobody under 18 is allowed in the hospital because of the swine flu. So if I am here for 4-5 more weeks, I cannot see her. Last night was the last night that I had with her. After she left, I just cried and cried and cried. I am probably going to miss her birthday. My parents are taking care of her right now while my husband comes straight from work and spends the night with me. I don't know how long that is going to last. She needs to be at home with her regular schedule, which means that I am going to have to be here by myself. I just keep trying to tell myself, 4 more weeks. I know that women here in the hospital have been here a lot longer, I know women on these blogs that have done months and months, but UGH!