After almost 6 weeks of bed rest, lots of contractions and uterine irritability, two scares that required hospital visits, J's state boards, meltdowns from B, and other stresses, I finally feel I can breathe a sigh of relief. Tomorrow I'll be 33 weeks along! Baby Boy would likely do pretty well if born at this stage, though he'd still be early and have to stay in the NICU. My cervix, albeit very short, is hanging in there, and I haven't had many unbearable contraction episodes this week. I'm managing to stay busy and positive and am still plugging along. I am also confident in the blessing I got last week that said that my body would be able to continue to protect the baby for "several more weeks." Now that J has passed his test and we're in less of a crisis mode as far as Baby Boy is concerned, I feel a lot more safe and secure, and I'm grateful for that. That doesn't mean I won't stay the course. I've made it this far and won't give up anytime soon. I'm still hoping for 36 weeks or beyond, but in the meantime, I will just take it day by day and count every day I stay pregnant as a blessing.
I'm sure you'll post something later today, but wanted to say that it's great you made it another week.
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