Yesterday they took me off the mag in the morning and by the afternoon when I wasn't contracting too much they sent me home (on procardia). At this point if I go into labor they won't try to stop it. I'm still contracting about the same as I was on the mag but every so often I get one that actually hurts (changing positions helps). So I'm not sure how long I'm going to last.
It's great being home, but really tempting to get up and do things while my husband is busy getting the babies' room ready, dealing with car issues, trying to get work done AND trying to wait on me. It helps a little that I have my orders not to clean/cook/lift things written on a paper from the doctor ... not that I would be much help if I could, because between a month of lying around losing muscle mass and gaining a slightly terrifying amount of weight (3 lbs a week in the hospital, which the dietician didn't see as a problem), walking around or even turning over is a huge project. Somehow typing on the computer makes me feel less guilty than watching TV, haha.