Week 26 Milestone

Last week one of the many doctors made the promise that I could possibly go home on Friday or Monday. Friday came and went, but Sunday night, I got the good news that I would be discharged on Monday as long as nothing happened...and nothing happened! The babies continue to grow big and healthy. Their hearts sound amazing on the heart monitor. By the end of this stay, they had started kicking the monitors. I'm convinced they had gotten used to them and thought it was a fun game to play. After seeing how much the monitors bounced, Bryan played "November Rain" by Guns 'N Roses on my tummy and the phone bounced a bunch, and one powerful quick got it to flip up some and then land back in place.
Although I still have contractions, I don't feel the majority of them. I usually feel about 5-6 total in a day, all at random times with no specific pattern. During monitoring, I will have a couple big ones, but we figure most of this happens because the monitors are strapped tight around me and the babies are kicking. The shortening hasn't progressed (yet), and I'm still at 1.7 cm, which is equivalent to about .43 inches. The bed rest is helping, depending on the doctor you ask. One doctor mentioned it's all 'voodoo' science, as there's not much proof behind bed rest.
Monday morning the monitoring went really well and so the okay was given for me to be discharged from the hospital. Bryan came and gathered all my things, and a hospital volunteer brought a wheelchair for me and took me down to the front entrance, my escape. It was surreal seeing our G8 idling with the door held open and a huge smile on Bryan's face. I truly was getting to leave. As we started to drive away, I burst into tears. To think -- I'd made it to the first milestone of 26 weeks, and was doing so well I could leave. Some of the nurses had told me to not be upset if I ended up back in the hospital. They said the likelihood was quite high. The combination of my small body, a uterus that is stretched to max and ready to be done, two babies that are huge, and a shortened cervix were a recipe for preterm labor being a reality more than once. However, they don't know I will be the best mommy ever and obey the directions from the doctors.
We came straight home and I slowly waddled to our room. I've only been from the bed to bathroom. And it's more than enough exercise for me. Our two little ones are at 2 lbs 3 oz and 2 lbs, so I've got a total of 4 lbs of just baby. It's amazing how heavy they really are.
It's brilliant being home. I love being able to lay next to my Bryan. While I was in the hospital, I joked with him it was like we were dating again...but somehow it wasn't quite kosher as I was knocked up! Being surrounded by your own things and the comforts of your home is bliss. Now the trick is getting to week 28 and still be at home. Fingers are crossed, knocking on wood, wishing on eyelashes, throwing salt over my shoulder...