I am finding it harder and harder to get out of this bed - hospital beds do all this ergonomic positioning, leaving my butt lower than the rest of me....and my growing belly (and slowly-giving-up abdominal muscles) are making it challenging to get out of that hole.
This is a good thing. Another sign that while I'm really pretty sick (though I don't appear to be as sick as I am, it's taking a lot of meds to keep me this way), Leaf is still growing, and that's what Leaf needs most right now.
Still, it's somewhat boring here. It's not that I don't have things to do, it's that I have zero motivation to do any of it. I'm losing track of time - losing whole afternoons sometimes. I have friends who've offered to come visit, but I can't hold the thought together long enough to actually tell them when they can come. I've been relegated to an hour or so a day with my family most days - between work, bedtimes, sleep, and Acorn's limited tolerance for hospitals, there's not much choice.
I'm starting to think we're confusing the doctors though - they seem surprised every morning that things aren't getting worse. The nurses all ask why they didn't just send me home. But apparently you can have pre-ecclampsia without issues, as long as you can control the symptoms, and that's where we are. Because of my history, and because of what it took to get things under control, they're still not comfortable turning loose. I guess on the plus side, the longer we can give Leaf, the better.