Couch Potato: Update

Yup, still on bed rest.

On Monday I had the ultrasound that I'd been waiting for, it would tell me if the hematoma was shrinking. It was the anatomy scan for baby as well so it took a loooong time, but I'm not complaining because it's so much fun to get to see that little peanut squirming around in there. The scan had great results: baby is growing right on track with where he/she should be (we do know the gender, but I'll save the big reveal for another post. I know, the suspense is killing you. So sorry. Insert maniacal laugh here), and the hematoma is pretty much completely gone- yay!!! Words cannot express how much relief I felt, seriously. Technically I still had to wait to get doctors approval to come off bed rest, but being the eager beaver that I am I couldn't help but to get up and take care of some stuff around the house and cuddle with my little dude.

Everything was fine, and then Wednesday came. I had more bleeding, but the kind that sort of scared me. I called the doctors office. When they called me back the nurse said I needed to go back for an ultrasound. She also said that the doctor had ordered that I remain on bed rest. Oh joy.

I went back to have another ultrasound yesterday and it showed that baby looked fine, the hematoma was completely gone, however there was a little bit of a bleed under the placenta. As of right now they're calling it a possible partial placental abruption. I go back for another scan next week. Until then, I'm on "strict bed rest".

So my life from the couch continues. It's rough at times. Last week I had a minor freak out at Derek when he came back from taking Toby out for a walk to find me walking around. When he told me to sit down I yelled said "I physically CANNOT sit anymore! It physically hurts to sit or lie down!" which may have been followed by a few dramatic rants of "I can't take this anymore" and I may or may not have done a little bit of light tidying of the house. In my defense: I was provoked. Bed rest can kinda mess with one's head.

But, in all seriousness, it could be a lot worse. Some women have to be on medication while on bed rest and sometimes the meds make them loopy and drowsy. No thanks. Sometimes women have to be on bed rest in a hospital, which just completely sounds like a prison sentence. I like my fluffy bed thank you very much.

I'll count my blessings. Every single one of them.