At about 1 pm yesterday, my main concern was whether or not I'd be able to fly to my baby shower in the Bay Area. By 1:45, I had my answer: "You're not going anywhere," said my fetal specialist.
That was just the beginning of the dark news that was to come. But first the good stuff: Our floaties, who have made it to 26 weeks in utero, are growing and have enough amniotic fluid. The bad news: they may not make it beyond 27 weeks in there, though we're hoping for 28 or even 30 weeks. It seems my placenta is starting to slack off, to lose focus and stiffen up. If it decides to pack it in, the little floaties won't get enough blood flow or food and will need to join us out here in the wide, scary world. We want to avoid this as long as possible.
So now I'm on bed rest basically, though I'm still working. Matt corrals me over to a tiny slice of the bed at night so I have no choice but to sleep on my left side, which supposedly improves circulation to the uterus and fetuses. I'm trying to stay off my feet, drink lots of water and not spiral into any dark mental spaces. Let's keep it happy, in the moment, light and airy and strong.
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