It's been a whole week that I have been in the hospital, but only two of those days I have been awake. I am ready to go home. I can't stay here another night. I need my own bed in my own home. This morning, Daniel was up bright and early and had gotten us breakfast. The smell of the food is what woke me. I have always been a lover of food, but since getting pregnant it is like food is a drug. I just can't get enough. Thankfully, I haven't really gained that much weight, everything seems to be the babies.
Daniel helped me get up and shuffle my way over to the table and chair that was in the room. It felt good to not eat in bed. However, the walking part sucked. I can't take full steps because of the pain that it gives me in my stomach, so shuffling is what I have resorted to. I sat down
