We went back for another ultrasound last Friday. Good results! The bleed they found under the placenta is healing itself, and the placental tear hasn't grown. Baby looks great, growing right on track so- huzzah! The perinatologist said to stay on strict bed rest for one more week and then slowly start going back to my regular activities. My ob said that starting next week I can move to "modified bed rest" which means I can start a small load of laundry, and maybe even make a thirty minute dinner. Not gonna lie, I'm really stoked about the making dinner part. I've been watching a lot of Food Network lately, so maybe I can try my hand at one of Rachel Ray's 30 Minute meals.
The eager beaver in me has been dreaming of days when I can take a nice walk outside, go to the grocery store and not have to ride in one of those stupid electric wheelchairs which are really just electric chairs of shame. Believe me, I know. A few weeks ago, after dropping Toby off with my mother-in-law I had to stop at Target. I wasn't on strict bed rest at the time, but bed rest nonetheless. So instead of walking around the store I figured I could get away with riding one of those blasted contraptions. Word to the wise: Target is the worst place to use an electric chair. The aisles are narrow, so I kept crashing into things. Physically it looks like there's nothing wrong with me so people just had to stare. I tried to make myself feel better and crashed my way to the nail polish section to find something pretty. I was considering a particular shade of red and like any woman trying to decide if she's going to buy a particular nail polish, I opened the bottle and applied a test coat on my thumb nail. The polish dripped out onto my jeans, and somehow there was polish on my hand which got smeared on my palms and looked like a red bloody mess. I quickly put back the bottle and decided to get out of there as fast I possibly could, which wasn't very fast since the machine would only move at a snails pace. Finally at the cash register I paid for my stuff- with my bright red hands- but I had misjudged how close to get to the counter and somehow got the back wheel stuck under the counter. Muttered curses ensued as I tried to going forward and back but eventually I gave up and seriously thought about just leaving that stupid chair. A nice gentleman asked me to hop out and he used his man strength the maneuver the chair free. I thanked him with cheeks as red as the smeared nail polish on my hands and puttered away, parked the embarrassmentmobile and got out of the store with hardly any dignity left.
Of course that's not the only electric chair adventure I've had. My mom has taken me to the grocery store to replenish our cupboards and each time I've had to ride in my least favorite mode of transportation. Old people stare, I'm at perfect butt-level with the rest of the world, and I crash into things because even though I'm a fairly good car driver, apparently I'm a horrible electric scooter driver.
But anyway, I'll count my blessings. We're just past the halfway point- 21 weeks today- and baby looks healthy. I'm just praying now that the rest of this pregnancy will go smoothly from here on out. I'm looking forward to meeting this little person; there's been a lot of movement in there lately, so I'm curious to see what the little bean's personality will be like.
Today Toby and I are home alone. He caught whatever that nasty virus is that's been going door to door leaving its victims with a nasty lingering cough. We're spending the day in my bed reading books and drawing and watching "home videos" on my cell phone. The Tobes is in good spirits, even with mismatched socks covering his Vicks Vapor slathered feet.
Greetings from Bed Restville!
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