Other Than Contacting Clients With The News...

...there's no more work for me. I'm supposed to rest, rest, rest (though,thankfully, not strict bedrest) until 36 weeks (September 12) to avoid making the contractions worse. If they get strong again, I'm to head to the hospital. I am not to go to work.

Alan and I are coming up with a plan for Ander. I can care for him some, but probably not for two days in a row, or else I start contracting. Doris said she might be able to visit my house once or twice a week to help watch Ander, my aunt who lives in Gonzales is off on Fridays and can take him then, and we'll probably do two days in a row with an overnight in between at my mom's house during the week. That should cover childcare. As long as I don't do things for myself except when I am alone, I should be fine for the duration, if the contractions seem to follow the same pattern.

Until 34 weeks (3 weeks from today), the doctor will try to stop any contractions that I have. If I dilate to 2 cms (I'm soft and a fingertip right now, whatever that means...I think it means I've had way too many strange fingers up my woo hoo lately) or fail the Fetal Fibronecsomething test on August 20, I go to the hospital to suppress labor. If I contract >4 hour after resting, taking Tylenol and Benadryl, and a hot bath, I go to the assessment center to make sure labor isn't productive. (Fortunately, I'm holding strong at about three major contractions an hour. :/) After 36 weeks, I can probably get off of bedrest since they won't stop labor or mind the baby coming at that point anyway.

I have a sonogram next Wednesday, where they will assess size and whether the baby is practicing his breathing.

Etcetera.