Day 7

Having a baby move around in your tummy without any water in there to cushion things feels very different. It doesn't necessarily hurt- just different. I'm told baby can get along just fine without water, in case any of you were wondering. I do have some, just not close to what you're supposed to have. I guess it doesn't hurt the little guy. It just makes his movements feel a little weird sometimes.

A word about yesterday. I've never had such awful heartburn. Did you know that you can feel heartburn in your back? Well, you can. Unless I have gall bladder disease, which apparently could be. Don't worry, I'm sure I don't. Whatever it was, it was very unpleasant and made trying to be positive about my situation very difficult.

I am trying to be as positive as I can, but that's just not gonna happen every second of the day. So far every other day has been good, which means every other day from those days aren't as good. Today, so far, is so much better than yesterday! I blow dried my hair with my round brush for the first time, so I feel a lot more like my usual self. It doesn't matter if your bound to a hospital bed or just living your normal life, looking good makes you feel good.

The other day I was thinking about my crazy water cravings I'd have this pregnancy. A lot of times if I didn't have a constant wet feeling in my mouth I felt sick. So I didn't really crave food. I craved water. So, I wondered if drinking water helps your amniotic fluid levels. I asked a nurse, and she said it does. Interesting. I think maybe my body must have had a heads-up that something was going to happen, so it was stocking up on fluid. Something interesting to occupy my mind.

I'm super excited that today marks my first whole week in the hospital and that I am now 28 weeks pregnant! I'm just trying not to think too much about how many more days are still ahead. Thirty weeks will be the next exciting milestone to meet. That's how I'm trying to look at it- just one day at a time and certain milestones at a time. It's just too daunting to think about it any other way. I do feel a little bit like a prisoner marking tallies on a cement wall. A bit dramatic? I guess, but that's pretty much what it's like. Thankfully my room is not made of cement, and I have more than a piece of chalk to write with, among all the other benefits of not being in jail.

See. I told you I was trying to be positive. At least I'm not in jail!