Day 10: And... we're back.

After 24 glorious hours, we've been sent back to our old room. Alright, it's not this bad. "We're not really sure why someone moved you out of there," our nurse said, before giving Hillary's bed a mighty push and sending it back down the hall. It was nice while it lasted. Hill made a good point that being in one of the real labor & delivery rooms might have confused Luke into thinking it was time to be born. But in our bare bones one, he's more likely to stay put.

The good news of the day was that Hill had another ultrasound and the amount of amniotic fluid has drastically decreased from 40 (fl. oz?... cubic cm?.. gallons) to 24. No matter what unit of measurement they're using, that's a big difference. It's all due to one of her meds, and we're hoping that by taking the pressure off, it will help to slow down contractions too.

We know that people continue to want to visit, and Hillary would love the company, but time and again we've seen how the extra attention we have had almost always leads to more contractions, which leads to more medications and occasionally a shot. It stinks for her, but it's just not worth it. If/when that changes, of course we'd welcome the visitors.