What a week it has been. As of last Sunday, (with a too brief but lovely 24 hour period at home) I've been on bed rest at the hospital. I will spare you the preggo body details that caused this disappointing situation. Of course the most important thing is that our little baby is doing well and is obliviously kicking away in utero as I write this. My emotions on the other hand, are up and down and calm then panicked. I go back and forth between the two statements above about twelve times an hour. It seems completely surreal that I'm supposed to just stay put in this sterile room for the next few weeks, while at home, his nursery sits unfinished, his little onesies sit unwashed and the stacks of other things I was hoping to get done well before his original May arrival came to pass, won't be done. It's driving me crazy.
Still, I am beyond grateful that little babe is alive and well in my belly and that my husband is a complete hero and continues to bring me food, offer reassuring words, help me into my jammies and sleep here on the dreadful sofa bed night after night. And there are other things too:
- the kind but sassy fifty-something nurse, who feels kind of like a mom and always says the right things and is so sympathetic
- the visits of friends who bring food that's way better than the crap they serve here
- the giant window in my room that lets in nice light
- the loads of kind text messages and offers of help that keep coming in
- the stacks of movies that will keep me distracted
- the time to sit and paint my toe nails or tweeze my eye brows. Goodness knows there won't be time for these things once the babe comes
- the ability to sit out side from time to time in the sun and not completely miss the arrival of spring
Get out and enjoy the weekend for me. Go for some ice cream or out for a walk or organize your junk drawers. Funny how our perspective changes when we can't do the little things we normally take for granted, isn't it?
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