At 19 weeks pregnant I went for a routine ultrasound, got admitted to L&D (Labor & Delivery) and was prescribed bed rest for one week. Honestly, I was relieved! Life was busy and I was yearning for some down time. It’s amazing how being pregnant can be so wonderful and physically draining at the same time. In my mind, I was going to get a one week vacation and return to work rejuvenated. That was not how it played out.
While in the hospital I was also prescribed two meds and told to follow up in a week. This past Wednesday I returned for my follow up. I was hopeful my baby girl was doing just as good as the week before (or better) and my body was responding well to the meds and time off. I’m happy to report things went well! My baby is great and so am I. The tech was happy things looked better and I was thinking I could return to work…NOT. I was told to return to my couch and continue to take it easy. So here I am, on my couch, where I have been the majority of the past week and a half. My friends, family, and coworkers have all offered up their pregnancy stories and suggested this will pretty much be my primary location until my baby is 12 weeks.
I’m not upset that I’m unable to return to work yet, I really needed a break from the everyday “rat race”. However, I would love a trip to Target or Trader Joe’s…or anywhere past the front door that’s not a medical facility. I don’t have cabin fever just yet, I think I just want to get out because it’s Spring. The sun is out, the air is warm and it’s finally time to wear all those cute maternity dresses I purchased while snow was on the ground. I’m almost to the point that I get fully dressed every day, face and all, so I can sit on the couch. What is a girl to do?
So here I am at 21 weeks pregnant and I am far too familiar with my credit card number, laptop, and Roku. I have a feeling I will become besties with the USPS and UPS delivery men. I plan to get back into cooking on a daily basis and maybe one day next week I’ll have enough energy to do a load of laundry.
Enough about me, have you ever been in my shoes? How did you survive?