Bed Rest...

sucks! Just putting it out there. In case there was any confusion about whether or not this is fun. It's not. I get that once the baby comes I will not have any time to myself, but really there might be such a thing as too much time to yourself. When you can't even load the dishwasher without getting contractions, it's not relaxing and fun, it's scary and generally crappy all around. The couch is beginning to have a distinct pregnant lady size dent in it, my legs are sore from sitting all the time, our house has boxes in it that still need to be unpacked, t.v. is beyond boring, my books aren't entertaining me, whahhhhh!!!!

It doesn't help that ridiculous pregnancy hormones lurk around every dark corner. Today I've cried three times and it's not even lunch yet. The first time was while watching A Baby Story, the mom-to-be had lost her first baby and was now preparing for the birth of their second daughter. Why, oh why did I watch?! It was not pretty; tears streaming down my face, tissues littered across the coffee table, and one very concerned cat. No kitty, I'm not dying, I'm just insane.

The second round of tears happened about an hour after the first. A lovely woman from church had offered to come by with lunch and hang out for a bit with her beautiful little girl. Under normal circumstances this visit probably would have made me a bit nervous, as I tend to be somewhat anti-social and I don't know her very well. However, I was actually pretty excited about this visit. Sadly, she called to say that the little boy they had had a play date with yesterday was sick and she didn't want to risk getting me sick too. It was very thoughtful and I completely understood. In fact I appreciate her not wanting to infect me. I hate colds! Bed rest and a cold sounds a bit like my own personal version of Hell. So I was sitting there after the conversation appreciating her thoughtfulness when the tears started again. No lunch, no visitors, another day with nothing to do! Whaaaahhhhhh!!!! Seriously kitty, it's ok, I'm crazy and eventually it will pass. Right?

Then finally, because I didn't learn my lesson, I watched another episode of A Baby Story. *sigh* This time the cat just looked at me and walked away. He learned his lesson apparently. So here I am, almost lunch time with no plans for lunch and having a little pity party for myself. On the plus side I actually slept past 6:30 today. Woohoo!

And, because it makes me a little happy and I seem to be on a Beach Boys kick, here is a tune that always brings joy to my heart:



This video includes both John Stamos and Tom Cruise (pre-jumping the couch). Kind of makes me want to watch Cocktail again.

Adventures in Sleeping

Pretty much since I peed on a stick last November, sleeping has ceased to be an activity that is enjoyable for me. Once upon a time I was an awesome sleeper. In fact, while some children, who will remain nameless, were forcing their eyes to stay open for as long as they possibly could, I was asking to be put to bed. What an odd child I was. In high school getting up before 10:00am was painful. No really, it hurt.

This champion sleeping continued well into my twenties and only within the last few years have I considered "sleeping in" to be anything past 9:00am. So you can imagine how sad I was when my talent was somehow stolen from me by something the size of a blueberry. Seriously, I eat blueberries for breakfast (not really, I actually don't like them very much) and here was one taking over my body?? What the heck!?

That darling little blueberry continued to grow and grow, making its presence all the more known in my life, both waking and sleeping. I went from 0-1 trips to the bathroom a night to 4-7. My body billow became grossly insufficient and was replaced by a Snoogle - a massive C-shaped pillow that now dominates our king size bed. And to top it all off, somehow as I slept less and less, my wonderful husband, who has a history of insomnia, suddenly started sleeping more. Hmmm, weird, no?

Last night was unfortunately all too similar to the previous sleepless nights. Every night I climb into my "nest" which consists of the Snoogle, a full length body pillow, a king size pillow and a regular pillow (don't ask me where they all go, it's far too complicated). Once situated, I pull up the five layers of covers and at this point I hopefully begin to drift off to sleep. This initial process is usually interrupted by the need to blow my nose or to get up to pee. Fortunately last night I was pretty tired so I fell asleep relatively quickly. Yay!

Sadly it was not meant to last.

1:00am - desperate need to pee, strongly suspect pee monster is gnawing on my bladder, try without success to ignore it.

1:15am - realize that resistance is futile, begin process of getting out of bed

1. roll over to left side if not already there - this in itself can be quite difficult considering the massive lump of a baby on my abdomen.
2. wait for irritable uterus to become less irritated (walking with a full bladder + contractions = not fun)
   
3. disentangle self from pillow nest
4. peel back any covers that have not been tossed onto husband during bought of night sweats
5. swing legs over the side of the bed
6. push upper body up with arms - using ab muscles is a thing of the past
7. stumble to bathroom as baby bounces on full bladder

Last night something unusual happened. Somehow the process got held up at step 5. I successfully completed steps 1-5 at approximately 1:20am.

1:40 - wake up to intense bladder pain, a 2lb baby pressing on the Vena Cava and legs dangling over side of bed

My thought process went something like this: Huh? What? What's going on? How did I get here? Didn't I get up to go pee? Did I come back and fall asleep this way? Ow, my bladder hurts. Ow! My back hurts too. *whimper whimper* Why am I on my back? Holy crap! I never got out of bed! I still need to pee! UGH!!!!!!

You would think that after that I would have at least slept well. Nope. Not so. With two more trips to the bathroom (see steps 1-7), the clicking/rattling noise from the heater vent, and general pregnancy pain, sleep was just not meant to be. Once the husband left for work I officially gave up and have now returned to my throne (the couch) for the day. To lift my spirits I will leave you with a favorite youtube video of mine



Seriously! John Stamos in ripped jeans singing about his undying love for me... um, I mean for someone, and little chubby naked babies... I don't think it gets better than that! Plus that bed he's in looks super cozy, like I could sleep for twelve hours straight.