The morning just started out all wrong.
First some guy from the lab walked in at 6:15 and said a few words before throwing the strangulation thing on my arm and poking me for a blood sample -- all while I was virtually asleep.
Brian went to church this morning...My sister stopped by on her way back home...and just before noon, I woke up to a nap-ending feeling.
I had a bit more bleeding.
I called the nurse and she hooked me up to the monitors, and our girl is fine, so am I, but all bets are off for me to go home this week.
The doctor should stop by sometime to tell me that, but I already know.
The nurse said she doesn't know of any previa patient who stops bleeding completely. "It pretty much keeps going like this til the baby comes," she said.
So, I'm in the slammer. Brian just went to the fabric store for me to buy some stuff so I can handquilt my nieces quilt in bed instead of machine quilting it. It'll give me something to do.
Because I sure as heck can't anticipate going home anytime soon.
Oh well. As the nurse said, "That's why you're here."