Day 10 is about to come to a close but there’s really nothing new to report.

Friday they did an ultrasound at the specialists’ office (well, what turned out to be that hospital’s perinatal center) which showed the same results: no fluid or next to none surrounding the baby but she had some in her bladder.

They want us to decide when I should go in the hospital. I’m kinda at the point where I’ve resigned myself to say at 24 weeks (so in about a week and a half from now) but Steve still hasn’t made up his mind. It’s one of those things that, eh… Choice A seems like a no brainer and then Choice B also seems like a no brainer, so you’re liable to go back and forth between the two choices. Or three choices, or whatever. Either way, though, no matter what you decide, it almost feels like you’re trying to play God. But a decision has to be made. I just kinda want someone else to tell me what to do.

Other than that. Nothing.

I’m still doing the bed rest thing. Elijah has a fever now. He acts completely fine most of the time, but he has this fever. I guess if it’s not broken tomorrow, we’re going to arrange for him to go to the doctor. We’re taking extra precautions so that I don’t get whatever it is. That is the absolute last thing I need.

I was really upset Friday, though, after talking to the doctor about it all. It bothered me all day, everything from the steroid shots to c-sections to possible early birth complications. I’m better now but who’s to say I won’t get so nervous again? Especially when the time comes and especially if I have to go for that c-section and I’m all alone?

In other news, the dog won’t leave me alone and he’s driving me insane…