I Got My Hair Done

Today began with a glorious beauty treatment from the hospital bed, complete with a shampoo. Granted, the nurse used Brad's Pert all-in-one shampoo/conditioner - so I've since had my mom bring my proper products from the hotel now that I know they run a salon around here - but regardless, it was a shampoo. Maybe if things get really good, I'll bust my flat iron out on them next.

A number of visitors came by today, bearing all sorts of goodies - from Cuban food to donuts. And Brad now has an air mattress - because as it turns out, the leather club chair that looks pretty nice for a convertible bed is far from a Sealy Posturpedic.

My prognosis continues to be positive. I had my third ultrasound since being here today, and the baby is growing nicely. I am not showing any signs of imminent delivery (as designated by cervix length and opening, and uterine contractions), and the baby and I are still free of infection. So the goal continues to be to get me to 34 weeks, if possible, and induce me from there. The reason for not pushing me past 34 weeks is that the risk of infection at that point far outweighs the insignificant developmental benefits of a baby that age.

I continue to relish in the freedom from IV hookups and the evil catheter, and I can even unhook myself from the fetal monitor and walk to the bathroom with minimal intervention from others. And today, I learned that I can free my legs from what Amazon.com refers to as "Deluxe Digital Massage Boots" for a whole hour each day! I still cannot figure out who is buying these for home usage, but it is pretty sad for a normal person to need a contraption to deliver an appropriate amount of circulation to their leg muscles. I mean, really, take a walk, people.

So for now, no news is good news - and I hope to provide you all with just that for the next few weeks. Indeed, I have finally accepted that I will not be returning to San Francisco for a long time, despite my private and highly delusional thoughts that we could rent a car and drive back across the country, maybe even allowing me to make my trip to Palm Springs next week... If all goes well, this baby will be a Scorpio and not a Capricorn, far from sharing a birthday with the Neiman Marcus Christmas Book. So we will not have to buy him his own backyard water park.