I am typing this on my phone so it’s gonna be short. I have been upgraded to a lovely suite in the hosp. After yet another fail-trasound wherein no accurate measurement was taken but a whole crap tonne of cramping ensued, my hubby again stepped in and dragged my arse to the hospital. I proceeded to have a Full-on shitstorm of a panic attack, so he then called my doc to back him up. I got to hang out in assessment for a bit and then the really nice resident told me that after speaking with my ob, they were going to keep me. No word yet on how long, I’m to have a proper u/s tomorrow to see how things are looking. But my ob’s an early bird who does rounds at asscrack dawn, so I’d better try and get some shuteye.