Hmmmm, the thought of laying around all day, reading, watching tv, surfing the net and chatting with visitors sounded ok to me. My belly was big and my energy was getting a bit low. What a way to rest and regroup before the babies came!
HA! That mentality lasted for the weekend and then the reality began to set in...I was stuck, indide my house, inside the walls of my bedroom, all day, every day! EEEK! My doctor said I could get up to pee, make a quick breakfast and a quick lunch, and shower every other day. Staying on the main level of my house was important and lying on my side was ideal. I already missed the fresh air, the freedom and TARGET! I sadly missed going to TARGET!
So, I decided, being the type A person that I am, I needed a routine, I needed a schedule. I also need to remind myself that this was a temporary situation and it was for the health of my children! I needed to keep these babies "cooking" for as long as I possibly could.
Get this. I would get up, (ok I mean wake up, I did not actually get up!) turn on the TV and beg my sweet husband for a cup of DECAF coffee (such a morning pick me up...he...he...) Then I would hang out while he got ready for work and catch up on the latest news.
Once Bob left for work, I would waddle to the kitchen to make some breakfast. My pregnancy craving was eggos...yummy! Then, back to bed to eat on my side. Ellen and The cast of the View would help me make it through the morning. 11:00am mwas one of the worst times of my day. TV was horrible. It is usually when I would email and chat with my friends, especially my good friend Paula who was also on bedrest at the time. We might even get crazy and play online cribbage together! (It was mostly chat and play cards in between! :) )
Noontime meant I could get up again to get some lunch! :) I would waddle back to the kitchen and make myself something and go right back to my bed to eat it while laying on my side. My TV tray pulled up to my bedside was my new best friend. I always made sure to bring some extra yummy treats back with me for mid afternoon munching. Usually a pudding cup, green M and m's and some nuts. (Wierd pregnancy thing, always ate the green M and M's first!)
I often would watch episodes of "A baby story" much of the afternoon. If it was a shower day, I would take a break, hop in the shower, change clothes and go right back to bed. I was not able to stand to dry my hair, so my hair was usually a mess of curls as I could not blow dry my hair straight. Hey, at least it was summer and it felt kinda good to have wet hair.
In the late afternoon, you could find me sneeking to the kitchen for a snack! Hey, good for the babies and good for my brain to see a change of scenery.
My final trip to the kitchen would be to sit at the table with Bob for dinner. He would come home from work , make dinner and get it all on the table. What a sweetie!
As darkness set in, I would be back on my side in bed, dreading the night ahead. Nights were the toughest time for me. I had trouble sleeping, horrible heartburn and general uncomfortableness. If I could not sleep, I would go lie on the couch in the other room as not to disturb my sleeping hubbie.
Bedrest is kind of a mental torment, a sort of game. You are crabby about it, hate the restriction and loss of freedom, but could not be doing it for a better reason. I needed to be strict about it, I needed to endure it, the longer I could, the healthier my babies would be. I just wanted healthy babies, and had to remind myself of that every time I had the urge to get up, sit up etc. My babies were depending on me! I needed to do my best.
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