Hello everyone! Today is my first Monday as an unemployed person and I'm really quite content with that. Oh, who am I kidding, I love it! I'm sure there are days I'll feel stir crazy or depressed or desperate to join the land of the working but today is not any of those days. Given my modified bed rest schedule I am REALLY glad I decided to leave my job a few weeks before Maribel is due. I am having to do things in baby steps, something I'm not used to doing at all and if I were also working my usual 8-9 hour days I think I'd be stressing on when I'll get everything done.
Since I've been home from the hospital I've been pretty good about doing things (like chores or errands) in little spurts followed by a longer spurt of sitting or laying down. DH has been awesome too doing more of the chores I normally handle and doing the majority of dog walking. In short he has been even more WONDERFUL than usual! In fact, as I type this he just grabbed the vaccuum and not only vaccummed the floors, but he's moved onto vaccumming the loveseat and couch. Damn, I love my hubby!
He also is quick to be on my case if I don't rest enough. Case in point, Saturday morning DH awoke to me putting away Maribel's clothes in her dresser. The first thing out of his mouth after "Good morning" was "How long have you been standing?" He didn't like my answer of 20 minutes and I was quickly escorted to the couch for a rest. That routine continued throughout the weekend and honestly it did help a lot. As soon as I get up and about I start contracting - even a quick walk to the bathroom gets them started up again. So I really do have to force myself to stop, rest, and relax as much as possible if I want to be any bit of comfortable these last few weeks. I do get these moments where I feel lazy for resting so much, but that's just because I'm used to going, going, going and crashing when I'm done (that's what I get for growing up on a farm.) I've put together my to-do list of things I'd like to get done over the next few weeks and I've started my honey-do list for the things I need DH to do so we'll just tackle them, in time, over the next few weeks.
In other news, I'm feeling ok. Like I mentioned, I'm still contracting a lot, especially when I'm standing or walking around so that's quite uncomfortable. I do feel like a bowling ball is going to fall out of my cervix when walking but Maribel hasn't even dropped yet so I'm pretty sure that feeling is going to get worse before it gets better. I'm itchy and still get new eczema patches daily BUT I think there's been some improvement in that area as I have not had to put ice packs on my skin nor have I had to take Benadryl in one week. Woo-hoo!! Any improvement in the eczema area is welcome. And I'm sleeping horribly. For example, last night at 10pm I started feeling tired and went to bed. It was after 12:30am before I drifted off and was awake not once, but twice before my 2am alarm to take my Procardia. I was up at 3am and at 4am - both times to use the bathroom. After the 4am visit it took me a full hour to get back to sleep only to be visiting the bathroom once again just after 6am. And by 6:57am I just gave up on trying to go to sleep and got up to take my shower. And that my friends is a VERY typical night these days. Again, good preparation for when Maribel arrives but it also explains why I laugh out loud when someone tells me to get rest now while I can. YEAH RIGHT, like that's at all possible.
So I have to share a funny conversation from Saturday between DH and me.
DH: [Walking around the room] "Trans-vaginal cerclage. Trans-vaginal cerclage." [Mind you, neither he nor I know why on earth he was saying that but that's beside the point.]
Me: "Honey, did you ever think you'd know the difference between a transvaginal cerclage and a transabdominal cerclage?"
DH: "Hell no. Or that I know what Braxton Hicks are. I'd probably be thinking 'Doesn't that guy have a new country album out?'"
Too cute (and really braxton hicks does sound like a country singer's name.) It's funny though because sometimes I talk about all of these things but don't know if DH is really listening or if he's focused in on his X-box game. Or as in the case of last Tuesday, his mind was on food. As I was contracting and debating whether or not I should call my doctor, hubby had going out for seafood on his mind. Here I am timing contractions and writing down the times and he's reading menus online and listing dinner options for me. I was even on the phone with my sister telling her about the contractions but he was in such a zone, he was oblivious to what was happening. It wasn't until I spoke directly to him and said hun - "I've had 12 contractions in the last hour, should I call Dr D?" that he realized something was really happening here. Oh DH, you crack me up!
Well, that's it for me today. I'll check back in tomorrow after my doctor's appointment. I'm interested to see how that goes following last week's hospital visit so I'll be sure to report on it. Later folks!
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