House Arrest

I am not on bed rest.
But after a late-night trip to the hospital last night, and a shot in the arm to stop my contractions I was sent back home with these instructions:
Stay at home.
Do not run errands.
Don't go out and browse through sale items at Wal-Mart. (Yep. My nurse said that.)

I am allowed to move around my apartment. I am allowed to shower, and eat and maybe play Dr. Mario on the Ninetendo.
But that's pretty much it.

She also said no vacuuming and no dishes.
But that might have been more for Travis to hear, than actual instruction for me.

And if you're wondering, here's what happened:
I was having contractions and abdominal pain, so I dragged Travis out of bed and we went to the hospital.
The nurses hooked me up to the monitors we use when I go in for an NST. It took no time at all!
They found the babies and the babies stayed put and let us monitor them.
They measured my contractions, which were occurring with some regularity, every 7 to 9 minutes.
I peed in a cup, and they whisked it away to check and see if there was anything wrong with it.
They checked my dilation, and I was a teeny bit dilated, but not really.

So they gave me a shot to stop the contractions and called my doctor for a prescription to take every few hours to keep from having more contractions.
They monitored me a little longer, told Travis to stop taking overnight trips (he is leaving tonight for California!) and sent me home.

They said (although they clarified several times that they can't see the future, so there's no certainty) that the drugs will probably keep me pregnant another week at least, but hopefully two.

Two weeks, guys.
In two weeks I could have my babies.

Oh, and I couldn't help but write a post today even though there's a super awesome Guest Post below.
Check that out too, and have a good weekend!