Sarah
They are finally letting me go home.
It has been three days since I've been stuck in this hospital bed, and if I had to stay here one more day, I would go crazy.
"Got everything packed and ready to go?" Matthew asks as I grab my purse.
"Yup!" I chirp. "I can't wait to go home. I need to catch up with work and the nursery…"
"Hold on there, missy," Matthew interrupts me. "Not so fast."
I raise my eyebrow. "What?"
"Just because you're going home doesn't mean you're back to normal," Matthew says, his expression stern. "Doctor Reynolds was very clear. You need at least another week to take it easy. No late nights at the office, no painting the nursery, no rearranging furniture."
I roll my eyes. "Matthew, I'm pregnant, not invalid. I just had a little fainting spell."
