Where's Waldo... I mean Heather?

That's kind of what I feel like lately... Waldo.
One minute I'm at the hospital and the next minute I'm home... and back and forth. I don't blame you at all if you are completely confused!

So, the last time I admitted I was told that I would have to stay until the baby comes... 7-8 weeks. I got all settled in... had friends help me set up my room to make it as "homey" as possible. I was just beginning to get to a point where I was sleeping through the night and surprise... plans change.(Kayla took this picture in the hospital)

The weekend before Valentines was a rough one. It was becoming clear to me that my family was majorly stressed out by everything. The girls were calling me crying, Brad was on the verge of a nervous breakdown and I was trying my best to manage everything from the hospital. So not an easy thing to do. I spent the weekend crying, stressed out and just praying that the Lord would somehow help me fix it all.
Tuesday afternoon (Feb. 15th) my doctor came in and told me I could go home. On one hand I was elated and on the other hand I was terrified. Why the sudden change??? I may have been the first patient who has ever argued with the doctor about his decision. He just said he felt like it was the best thing for me and the baby. He reassured me that I would be okay and I was only 5 minutes away if I needed to come back. Ummmm okay... confused anyone!? So, I surprised Brad with a phone call to come pick me up, and home we went.

Still nervous about the doctors decision, I asked my dad to give me a blessing. Faith..... I need to have faith in the doctor's decisions and in the Lord that He will take care of the baby and me. Well, talk about being put in your place! All joking aside it was exactly what I needed to hear, and most definitely the counsel I needed to follow. Being sent home was definitely the answer to my prayers.(Kayla took this after I came home... birthday picture)

I've been home 11 days and just passed the 31 week mark. Yay! Knowing that the baby will be here before the end of March makes everything seem more manageable. I most likely will admit one more time before the baby comes, but there is also a great possibility that I will be home until that time arrives.... we'll just wait and see.
I came home just in time to celebrate my birthday... maybe that's why the doctor let me go home. :)

(Cupcakes from my birthday party in bed... yum!)