I am home. On my couch, in my own clothes, having taken a shower in my own bathroom and a loooong nap in my own bed. Oh, and I had some real food. It is a bit surreal-- on Friday night I sort of bid this mental farewell to exiting the hospital or being at home again still pregnant.
I have to say a huge thank you to all of you funny and warm people-- your words made me feel much less alone, and much less confined. Which is saying something when I have barely left the bed for two and a half days.
The last of the mag was done around 5am. I woke up a few times through the night, but was up for good slightly before 7, when a certain occupant of my uterus, having also been freed from the muscle-relaxing properties of magnesium, went on a long wiggling streak. It was plenty painful, but it was very nice to feel that. He had been moving even on the mag, but not as much, and certainly not with the same force.
There were a few mildish contractions through the morning, but they seemed to quiet down with time. We waited for the cervix check until noon, and when that showed no changes, we were released. Dr.Best called me in my room a bit earlier, and said that he would actually prefer that I skip tomorrow's NST (on account of what amounts to a very extensive one we had over the weekend) in favor of limiting the amount of time I would spend moving or being moved. He also wants me to have that "very low threshold for calling and coming back in." No problem there, doc.
I am actually feeling pretty calm for now. Not having had any significant contractions since coming home helps, as does the moving baby. I particularly appreciated the dance party that began not a minute after I woke up from my nap. Of course I know not to expect this to last indefinitely-- the evening is coming, and this is the week. But I am trying to draw on the reserves that got refilled by those two and a half days of hearing the heart rate monitor thump over my ear.