One thing I didn't mention in my earlier medical post is how quickly things can change. Oops! I spent Saturday-Wednesday in the hospital this week to get some contractions under control, and it was really reassuring to see how prepared the high risk prenatal wing is to deal with this condition long-term. We'd obviously like to stay out of the hospital for a good while, but it's comforting that we are close to such expertise if it's needed.
I'm home now and on medicine and strict bed rest (this Pinterest picture is misleading...I'm not supposed to sit up more than 30 degrees). We don't know how long the bed rest will be necessary, but it is so good to be home. Darcy and I were veryveryvery happy to see each other.
Also, having your second anniversary in the hospital isn't the most romantic thing ever - but it's a good reminder that love sometimes looks like two people sitting in a hospital bed to share a breakfast. There's no one I'd rather share my cafeteria pancakes with than you, love.