I have been home from the hospital now for 2 weeks. So far, so good. At my appointment Friday, they even said I could start moving a bit - modified bed rest, if you will. And so I have been home, and have ignored my blog. Why? Because there are so many interesting things to do when on modified bed rest, as apposed to all the way bed rest. Quilting for one. Eating brownies for another. And definitely making up for all the time that I missed with my kids. This last week we have read hours and hours of the Little House books. My kids are devouring them. And today, a friend of ours had us over for dinner. It was the first outing I have had that is not medically related since Christmas Day when I vegged out at Don and Dori's house.
And so, I thought I'd tell you about some of the pregnancy things that I really don't like. For one, why do strangers have a tendency to pat my belly? And what is it about the pregnant belly glance? Am I really that huge that you can't quite keep your eyes off it? Wait. Don't answer that. And why is it that everyone likes to tell me all about their pregnancy? I don't want to hear it. I want to talk about something else for once. How about the weather? How about a book? When are you going to tap your trees? And how are the ice dams on your roof? For Pete's sakes, what happens in the world outside of my limited space?
And what is it with my random pregnancy panic? For example, after my last appointment, I did have the wonderful pleasure of sitting in the cube next to John's while he gave a presentation at work before taking me home. My, it had been a long time since I had been in public. And I was thinking, as I was sitting there, how incredibly uncomfortable office chairs can be. Then I started up with contractions, every 6 to 10 minutes or so. And I was wondering, for the first time, what .... oh what .... am I going to do if my water breaks right here and now in John's office? I was thinking, no one in the immediate area could really handle it but Ross. And then Ross got up to leave. I was wondering if I should stop him and say, "oh, Ross, don't go .... where ever you are going." But I bit my tongue and let him go. He came back a few minutes later - presumably after a printer run - and the day ended just fine. John came back, shortly afterward and whisked me off to the relative safety of my truck to go home. Just a random moment of pregnancy panic washed under the bridge. I am becoming a worry wart.
And that is what is happening in my life.
I used to be nervous about my water breaking in public, too. And now, as a non-preggo conversation topic, check out the photos of Parker scoring that Jody and I posted on facebook. They will be in the local paper.
ReplyDeleteWe have been reading the Little House Books as well! We're just finishing up The Long Winter. I enjoy them every bit as much as the kids. Take Care
ReplyDeleteWe've been (re)reading The Little House in the Big Woods with Thea and Soph (and Charis when she feels like listening in to a book she's read several times already). I was going to tap our trees today, but can't find the right size drill bit, so will have to wait until Ryan comes home to find it (and it'll probably be dark, so I'll have to wait until tomorrow). ...and I promise not to pat your belly the next time I see you, whether you're still pregnant or not. And not to make any comments about "still" being "here" (whatever that means) if you are still pregnant into April. So there. :)
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