Well, I was reminded last night how grateful I am for every day I get on bed rest. Oddly, my body seems determined to go into periods of regular contractions. They are light contractions, but very frequent--quickly escalating at any given time to just a few minutes apart. Gratefully, the Procardia is still managing to slow them down, but I get the impression this is going to be a delicate balance for as long as I am here. I imagine I won't be the "boring" one on the floor as much as I'd like to be.
Anyway, I wouldn't say I feel worried (well, maybe in fleeting moments but I try not to dwell on it); but it is curious to me why my body seems so intent on expelling my babies so early. Whatever the reason, my sleepless night served to remind me that every day is truly a gift. It is a modern miracle, indeed, that they are able to stave off labor and give our dear infant a chance at a healthy start in life.
I am determined not to take a single day here for granted.
Happily still pregnant,
Noah's 5th Birthday
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