I still can't get over that I'm actually home. Even though I'm on bed rest, I'm giddy. Being on bed rest at home is sooooo much different than being on bed rest at the hospital. Have you gotten the idea yet that I hated the hospital?
Now that I have access to email, I get messages from coworkers and friends expressing their sympathy that I'm stuck in bed at home. But it's dreamy in comparison. Last night, for more than an hour, I grinned ear to ear like a crazy clown as I watched Emily sleep. "How lucky am I??" I thought. I get to sleep every night with the person I love. Nothing is better than that.
It's a good thing she didn't wake up; she definitely would have freaked out. My contentedness was creepy.