This is getting frustrating. I was back in the hospital again last night. I dreaded calling my OB's office because I just wanted to sleep, but figured they were going to send me back. I was having contractions 5 minutes apart, but still not painful. Glenn went to another neighbor's house last night and we got to the hospital at about 8:30. I was on the monitors for 3 hours, and I finally asked someone to find out what they were going to do, because I could have been sleeping at home. Our nurse had talked to the OB much earlier, but then had to assist in 2 deliveries. They decided not to give me the injections to stop contractions this time. They sent us home and we picked up a prescription of something to help calm me and slow down the contractions. We got home just after 12:30 at night. I slept really well. So, I have to stay off my feet as much as possible and drink a lot of fluids. I still have not started dilating, so this could go on for a while. I go to see my high risk OB, who will monitor me for a bit and do measurements to see how big the baby is via ultrasound on Monday, and my regular OB on Tuesday (if I make it that long).

Meanwhile, Glenn put all the fish food into his fish tank on Wednesday. The fish did not survive, and our house stinks. I thought Bob had cleaned the whole tank, but he only replaced the filter and half the water (at that time, there was still one fish alive). So, now we have a rotten water smell in the house. But in Bob's defense, he had to clean the tank after having only about 4 hours of sleep between the hospital and a nap yesterday.

Last night was a long night. I have been having contractions since the weekend. But last night after dinner, they got closer together. They really weren't painful, just annoying. After 2 hours of averaging 7 minutes apart, I called my OB's office. They had me drink 4 glasses of water in an hour and lie on my side to see if the contractions were caused by dehydration. I already knew I wasn't dehydrated because I drink a ton of water. But I did it and they got closer together. Bob brought Glenn over to a friend's house (his first sleep over at a friend's house). Then we went to the hospital. We got there just before 10 pm. They had me drink even more water and did some blood tests. But they just kept coming. So, they gave me an injection to slow the contractions. It slowed them, but after 2 hours they picked right up again. So, they gave me another injection and a pill, and that stopped them. At 6:30, after getting only about 1 1/2 hours sleep, they told me I could go home. Of course we had to wait to get checked out, so we didn't get home until about 7:30. Thankfully our friend watched Glenn this morning so we could sleep. Plus, Glenn will nap this afternoon, so I can take another long nap. You can bet I'll be going to bed early tonight.

So, the plan is to wait and see what happens. If the contractions build up again, I'll call the OB, but I don't think they are going to try to stop them anymore. They want me to make it to 36 week, which isn't until Monday. Hopefully I can last that long. In the meantime, I'm supposed to get a lot of rest. So, perhaps my trip to Target yesterday and walk to the park was not a good idea. ;)

We had a wonderful weekend. We were happy to have Bob back home last Friday. We went shopping Saturday and got some furniture for the lanai- 2 chairs, a chaise, and a couple of tables. It makes for a very comfortable outdoor room. We also went to a birthday party for one of Glenn's classmates- it was about 90 degrees and humid, so very hot. Sunday, I planted some more flowers in the front yard. I think I'm done planting until after the baby's born because it's getting difficult for me to bend over to plant with this big baby belly in the way. Monday, we had a family over for a BBQ; they have 2 daughters and the older one is in Glenn's class. She and Glenn play so well with each other and with the younger sister, too. The weather was beautiful Sunday and Monday, in the low 80s.

Today, everyone's a bit tired. Glenn even took a nap, 2nd day in a row (that doesn't usually happen). That gave me a chance to go grocery shopping. If anyone is looking for tasty ice cream that's fat free, Bryers makes a new ice cream. I know, it sounds gross, but Bob even loved it. I'm on a low fat diet, and love my sweets, so this is a great compromise. We'll even continue getting this ice cream after I'm off this diet.

I also had another ultrasound this morning. The baby is head down, and I got to see him practice breathing and sucking. It was so sweet.

Glenn has a new friend. His name is Scooby; perhaps you've heard of him. We are having trouble pronouncing his name-the "Sc" has been replaced by "B". We're still working on it. He loves reading his Scooby stories.


Glenn usually eats pudding when he gets home from school. On this day, it got a little messy:


We have put together the baby's room. We were afraid we were going to have to buy a new crib because we couldn't find the hardware anywhere. But thankfully we held off for a few weeks and I found it. Glenn usually says "baby bed" when he passes by the baby's room. And I've been cleaning the baby clothes- Glenn likes to see the baby clothes. I can't believe how small this baby is going to be compared to Glenn. Glenn's going to look huge compared to the baby. Here are some pictures of the baby's room:



I've also redone the "boy's bathroom." Glenn has monkeys in his room, so I couldn't resist this monkey theme for the bathroom. Every time Glenn gets soap from the monkey soap pump, he tells him thank you.

Potty Trouble

A couple nights ago, Bob got Glenn dressed for bed and was sure he put a diaper on him. When Glenn got up in the morning, he had underwear on with his pj shorts on over it. He did make it through the night without and accident, but of course as soon as he got out of bed had an accident.

The next night, Glenn was supposed to be going to sleep, but I heard some noise in his room. He had taken off his diaper because it was apparently wet. He was trying to put on a clean diaper by himself. I asked him where his dirty diaper was and he pointed to his diaper champ.

Today, he had been having some quiet time in his room, and I heard him say potty and yucky. I went to his room and he had taken off his dry diaper, because he apparently knew he needed to potty. But he pointed on the floor because he went all over the floor. It looked as though he started in one spot and then started walking to his door. It was all over. I think he didn't know what to do. Poor kid.

At least he's getting the idea that he needs take off the diaper. He just needs to tell me before he takes the diaper off so I can get him to the toilet. We'll keep trying.