At 20w4d pregnant, we are just days away from viability. Twenty four days to be exact. Close, but still a ways away. I never thought I'd be so obsessed with the day that I hit twenty four weeks pregnant, but it seems I've been counting down. Every day. Like a kid counting down the days of school to summer. (Cam informed me yesterday that he has 85 days of fourth grade left.) Let me be clear. I have no desire to have these babies at 24 weeks. If something should happen, though, the doctors would attempt to save them. Hence the term "viable". Between now and then, well, they're just too little. It's a sad reality.
My previa is correcting itself. The nasty side effect to that is that I've experienced more bleeding because of said correction. I am currently on four days of bedrest because of this nasty side effect. Hopefully, my followup on Monday is good news all around and we are back to normal. (What is this "normal" anyway?) Until then, ugh.
Now, I would stand on my head to keep these little guys safe until it's time for them to be born. But bedrest with two children to manage as well as a house to run and a husband who works a very busy job is....difficult. We have approximately zero outside help. Nada. We have no family to turn to. This is our life. We live 1000 miles away from our help. We made this choice. Times like this make that choice hard to live with. It is what it is, though. We will make it through. Be it four days or four months, all of this has an expiration date.
It is worth it.
Off topic, Starburst are delicious.
Love and hugs to all, until we see each other again,
Aub
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