So I stayed the night in the hospital; it's now Friday morning (11-20-09). The OB that I had talked to the night before came in at 8am.
"You really gave us a run for our money," she said in humor. Before she could say anything else, I asked how long I'd be in here. After all I needed to be an hour away for my baby shower the next day. My maternity photos were to be taken on Sunday. I had plans. My baby needed to stay put and I needed to get out of here.
She said that, at the very least, I'd be in for 72 hours because of the mag. That left me in until Sunday night.
She said that a neonatologist would be visiting me as well. In the event that my baby would be breaking out at 29 weeks, I needed to be prepared with what to expect.
Meanwhile, the mag makes me feel like someone cloaked me with a lead blanket. I. can't. move.
On the other hand, I had the best night's sleep in 6 months. It was the first night I didn't get up to go to the bathroom 7 times due too the baby hotel built atop my bladder.
At least I'd be out by Sunday night... or so I thought.