I was released from the hospital just a couple hours ago and I am so happy to be home. I was only gone 2 1/2 days, but anyone who has spent time in a hospital for an illness knows that it’s like this weird purgatory (or, plain old hell, if your circumstances are particularly dire) where time is totally wacked. Days and nights all sort of blend together and the only way to mark the passing of hours is by the cycle of shifting nurses. Add sleep deprivation, anxiety about the baby’s well-being as well as my own, being high on painkillers (and then in terrible pain when they wore off), and moving through three different rooms, and, well, it was a LONG 2 1/2 days. But now I’m home and I’m going to hope and pray I can get through these next few weeks of pregnancy without any more complications.
My plans for the weekend are to rest. And also rest. And watch Mad Men! Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s almost all over. What do you think will happen? Have you read this theory? A fan shared it a couple years ago and so far, it still remains a plausible scenario. We will soon see!
Have a wonderful weekend, everyone.