Apr 02
Everyone,
I am not one to wallow in self pity for very long. It could also be because I was able to get out today to go to my doctor’s appointment and the sun was shinning, the breeze was cool and all the flowers have suddenly appeared. Butterfly and I soaked up the sun a little in the doctor’s court yard area after a really good and easy appointment. More on that tomorrow.
So, feeling better. As I was sitting on the benches watching Butterfly chase the squirrels, I started making a list of good things about being on bed rest. So here you go.
- The boys will get the best possible start in the world, even if it is horribly boring.
- I don’t have to make dinner every night (although I still do all the planning).
- I never have to pick up a toy.
- I can take as many naps as I want.
- I never have to wash a dish.
- I never have to clean a bathroom. (Although this one is bothering me just a little…)
- I can spend all day online and not feel guilty.
- I’ve done a lot of coloring with Butterfly.
- Butterfly has turned into more of a snuggler than she was before.
- I am learning to trust my husband that much more.
- It’s kind of nice to have a built in excuse to not go or do anything.
- It’s nice to have a built in excuse for Juice not to go or do anything.
- I have learned the house will not explode if things are not clean/picked up. Imagine that.
- I see Juice a lot more.
- I never have to change sheets on the bed.
- Two words: internet shopping.
It is nice to just have a chance to sit. Although I am missing out on a lot of fun things, it’s nice to just sit and enjoy our house. I wish I had more patience for reading. I wish I could watch all kinds of movies but I am limited to what Butterfly is watching (mostly). I wish I could help Juice out more but he is doing pretty good on his own. (He is looking forward to the day when I can do things like laundry and cleaning again. I think he is realizing how much work I put in during the day with all the house stuff. I am too actually.)
I think I will really appreciate doing things once the boys are here.
Safire
Safirebed rest
Apr 01
Everyone,
When I was 8 or 9 years old, I remember helping my parents pack the car for a vacation. I think we were going to Mt. Rushmore. I had finished putting all of my stuff in the big silver van we called Flipper, and I was just kind of hanging around. My Dad asked me to take the video camera out to the car in it’s case. It was heavy! But I was determined to be useful so I lugged it out there. As I was hauling it out, I heard my Dad say, “I don’t know what we’d do without her. She’s so capable.”
Boy that gave me a warm fuzzy! And I was determined to be capable from that day on. And for some odd reason in my mind, capable also meant being strong. Later, I added healthy to that definition. I always wanted to pull my own weight, so to speak.
When I was at college in Idaho, I took a class about horse training and we each had our own colt to take care of and train. We were in charge of everything about the horse…the feed, water, care, etc. I used to get up at 5am (or earlier) just to go to the barn in the mornings and clean my horse’s stall before I had to go to class. Since I was almost always the first one there in the mornings, I not only fed and watered my own horse, I cleaned her stall and then chipped the ice off the other horse’s water buckets and watered them too. All 15 of them or so. I just hated seeing all those horses banging on their stalls wanting to be fed. My teachers called me the most capable out of the bunch.
I’ve been on bed rest for a few days now, and it’s driving me a little crazy. I no longer feel capable. I can’t pull my own weight and I just have to depend on others to do everything. Okay, mostly I depend on Juice to do things and he’s doing an awesome job. I just wish I could help out with things like the laundry. Or the bathroom cleaning. Or really anything. Anything besides sitting here on the couch or in my bed just sitting. Juice keeps telling me I am not doing nothing, I am growing people and that’s hard work. But I guess it’s just that I can’t actively do anything that is driving me a little batty. I’m so used to be able to lift things, run around, do my own thing, and see results that this is frustrating to me. I mean, I don’t see 15 full buckets of water or a house full of clean and folded laundry. All I see is me sitting around getting huge.
Only a few more weeks. This morning my little ticker said I had 39 days left till my due date. My doctor has scheduled me for my c-section on April 29th, which is 28 days away. Welcome to April, the month these boys are going to be born!
And then I can go back to being capable. Hopefully.
Safire
Safirebed rest, pregnancy
