Back at the hospital. I don't get to go home. In fact, I've actually been admitted to the hospital. I'm low on amniotic fluid, and there's concern, albeit unlikely since I'm not leaking nor having contractions, that my water broke. They think it's probably just leakage from all the needle holes, but they wanted to keep me for observation overnight and make sure I have more fluid in the morning. If I don't, we're in for some trouble. We haven't quite reached viability yet, we're a week away, not that the survival rate for the delivery of a 24 week fetus is very high. Also, that survival rate goes to zero considering it's a fetus with hydrops. The hydrops is improving, however, so if there's more amniotic fluid tomorrow, things will look really good for us.
So, here I am, still stuck in the hospital. I've been poked and prodded more than I ever thought possible. I just want to go home, sleep in my own bed, pet my dog and go back to school.