Update

So, let's recap shall we?
Wednesday.  Crampy, spotty, weird feeling.
Maybe I will just take a jaunt down to Doc and see what might be the deal.
Oh. Contractions.
Head on over to the hospital Melissa.
By myself.
Super. It's cool showing up at the hospital pregnant by yourself. It does NOT make you feel like you're living on the streets or anything.
After four hours:
Admitted to hospital for premature labor.
IV. Steroid shots for baby's lungs (I do not wish those shots on my worst enemy.)
Anti-contraction drugs. Actually blood pressure meds, so you would THINK I would be mellow.
Two days later:  home.
So here I am. On bed rest. Now, let's just make it clear that Doc said I needed to take it easy and lay low.  I can be up to shower, go potty, and eat.
So I mean it's not like I'm bed-ridden like those people featured on ET who weigh 700 pounds and haven't moved for six years.
Although that is what I am starting to feel like.
My in-laws are here to help and God bless them for putting up with me because every five minutes I am yelling something into the kitchen and I am sure that is why my mother in law's bottle of gin on the counter is the size of my head.
"Keegan! Leave your sister alone! WHAT ARE YOU DOING??"
"No! No more juice for them! I don't care if you want more!!"
"The cat just puked!  Is someone going to clean that up?"
I mean that is me right now, seriously.
Alllll from the bedroom. Sweet.
Meanwhile Will has decided this is the day to move the effing fish into the garage from the pond. So he was AWOL for like seven hours.  Hauling fish, hauling water, hauling fish, fixing a leak, not fixing a leak, hauling fish.
How many fish do we have?!
Let's recall last year's debacle with the fish as long as I'm lying here: wheelbarrows, buckets, fish out, fish in...
I have no idea where the fish are right now. But Will is extremely tight-lipped and it makes me think that the fish situation is not good.  Again.
I have 35 on-line shopping carts filled  with merchandise. I have not bought anything yet, but I keep going back to my carts and adding more.
If I actually purchase everything that I have put into my on-line shopping carts, we will owe $30,000. before I am done with this whole gig.
I am extremely salty today. Clearly.
Baby Brudder would only be 27.5 weeks if he was born now.
That is too soon. Look, everyone wants to be done being pregnant, but that's just ridiculous.  It's too soon.
While I was lounging in the Fairview Southdale Westin (NOT), I really felt pretty calm about things. I am sure this was because I was tied down to an IV and a fetal monitor with nowhere to run, but still.
I really felt like God was in control of everything that was happening. It was going to be okay.
Now that I am home, I need to REMIND myself that God is still in control. Nothing has  changed there. So why am I so much less calm?  I am sure it's everything all wrapped up, but heavy prayer is good right now.
Well, it's almost 8:00 and I am going to surf the net for celebrity gossip or stick more things in my Ulta basket, we'll see.