2 week anniversary

Today marks the two week anniversary of my stay here at the hospital. Considering I haven't had the babies yet, I am going to assume the FFN test was a false positive. It does give me a lot of comfort and relief to have made it to this day. I know each day and week is still a big deal to get through, which is still very stressful, but at least I got through these first two weeks. We aren't doing anymore of those tests because it will not effect whether I go home or not. I am okay with that because I think knowing the results of future FFN tests will only stress me out more (if it is positive of course). I think it will be better to try to just take it one day at a time. The other day when Craig and my Mom were here, I started singing an old song to them..."One day at a time, sweet Jesus."

One day at a time sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking from you.
Just give me the strength
To do everyday what I have to do.
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine.
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time.

Also, the other day, during one of my wheel chair trips around the hospital, we went in the gift shop just to look around. We saw some knick-knack plaques that had the first few lines of the Serenity Prayer on them. I told Craig we needed to get that and put it on my bedside table where I could read all day long. :)

The Serenity Prayer
God grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can;
and wisdom to know the difference.

Living one day at a time;
Enjoying one moment at a time;
Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;
Taking, as He did, this sinful world
as it is, not as I would have it;
Trusting that He will make all things right
if I surrender to His Will;
That I may be reasonably happy in this life
and supremely happy with Him
Forever in the next.
Amen.

--Reinhold Niebuhr

Yesterday was a pretty quiet day, which was good for me because I just needed some time to rest. I had a sleepless night Saturday night and got up at 5 am Sunday morning. My day was about the same as most days...contractions off and on throughout the day, followed by increased contractions in the evening and a Terbutaline shot. I have to say, I am beginning to get used to getting that shot every day...or almost every day. It still makes me feel yukky, but I'm getting used to the routine. I think my doctor is about to change my Procardia dosage to twice a day though, so that may decrease the frequency of my terb shots.

Craig's parents stopped by yesterday for a quick visit. They had been out at our house helping with chores since Craig worked all weekend. They came by and we just visited some and watched the pitiful Cowboys game together. They also brought Craig his birthday present up here for him to open.



That is about all for now. I will update you soon.