We've Been Admitted
I'm now hooked up to an IV to get a continuous supply of antibiotics (preventive) and fetal monitors.
They offered me Ambien to help sleep, but I declined. I really don't want any more drugs than necessary. Of course, I can't sleep though either.
Craig, on the other hand, while he complained about getting screwed on the bed front (this picture is of his 'bed' that folds flat...much too short for his 6 ft 5 in frame) is sawing logs. Oh well. I suppose I should start getting used to insomnia with Truman on the way.