Maybe bed rest is like vacation… At first, it’s hard to settle in to this new pace. Then you just give in and start to enjoy yourself.
Okay, perhaps “enjoying this” is stretching things a bit too far. However, I will say that Day Two of Bed Rest Fest was easier than Day One.
The odd thing about being on BR (and being a complete nut job) is that you’re alone with your own body. I had nothing to do but pay attention to every little movement and twinge. As there have been no twinges, I’ve really only been focusing on Chick’s movement. Um… ladies and gents… Now that I am paying attention, I sorta love it.
I’ve had a hard time connecting with being pregnant. Part of it is that being present in my life has been a challenge, given all the emotional turmoil I’ve experienced over the last few months. Part of it, I now realize, is that I didn’t want to get too attached because what if something happened and I miscarried? So I’d just let Chick do Chick, and I’d do me.
Obviously, this is a hard separation to maintain when someone is literally growing in your body. Bed Rest, Day Two has just made me sink into being pregnant. I had a low point when I could feel Chick kicking and thought “Please don’t go anywhere yet. We’re just getting to know each other.” I cried a little because I realize now I’m not ready to be not pregnant. Not quite yet, anyway. I played sad sappy “Don’t Leave Me” music to Chick. We’ll see if emotional manipulation works in utero.
In happier news, I’ve been able to work from home. This is good to a degree– it gives me something to focus on besides whether or not my baby is about to fall out my whoooha. At the same time, it is also a little frustrating because I’m watching this big project of mine progress from afar. Back story: I was supposed to present it to the team this week and get the ball rolling on the actual work. In my absence, my boss is doing this. Very nice of him, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that I worked so flipping hard to get this project where it is, I wish I could be the one barking orders on the floor. As is, I feel one step behind all the time.
In other news, Mr. O is a saint. What he is fielding right now is pretty amazing. As I’m hanging out in bed with our cat and a laptop, he is arranging to buy a new-ish car. Through our mechanic, we’re getting a used one at auction (hopefully today!) and this has meant a lot of back and forth, comparing the cars available, wire transfers, and the rest. Love my husband though I do, he always gets anxious about making big decisions like this and he has had to do a lot of it on the fly and mostly on his own. Definitely outside his comfort zone, and I’ll say he is handling it pretty well.
So if all goes well, I’ll have a new car and no new baby by the end of the day. Fingers and legs crossed.