Resting....

I am officially on Bed Rest.  My doctor has decided to pull the trigger.... I have been conflicted about the idea of bed rest since it means leaving work early and laying down all day, but now that I am one week into it, I know that this is for the best.  I am 32 weeks pregnant and as each week comes and goes, I get more and more nervous about this little Firefly.  The Tot was born at 33 weeks, and now that I am almost there, it is amazing to me how early that little spud arrived.  So, the goal is to keep this little Firefly in there longer than the Tot was.

We are doing a few things to try to "gestate" longer.  For at least a month now, I have been getting weekly progesterone shots (not fun), I have minimized my activity (hard to do) and now I am on bed rest (so far so good).  In my last pregnancy, we had no complications, that is until the Tot arrived at 33 weeks.  But up until then, my doctor had no concerns at all.  This time around, my doctor (a new specialist) is keeping a much closer eye on me.  We found out post Tot that I had a misshapen uterus and then at 26 weeks, we found out I had placenta previa (awesome), in addition to being AMA... and for those of you who don't know the lingo... that means I'm old! ugh.  

So, here we are on bed rest... and by we, I mean me... since my poor husband has to do double duty since I am not allowed, he is very clearly NOT on bed rest.  The Tot is also not on bed rest and is very confused by the change in daily duties.  Noodles is the only pack member that is thrilled with this new arrangement.  She loves having a companion all day that lounges on the couch/bed.

So, in theory, I have time to blog more... so we shall see if I can finish some of these posts I have in the hopper and finish some other writing.

How Not to Get to Work on Time: The Story of My Morning

My alarm didn't go of this morning, and by that I mean the baby slept in. So we started off late.

Then because our schedule was off, I was dressed for work while feeding the baby, this is mistake number two for the morning. The Tot decided to accessorize my outfit with food. Noodles was more than happy to help clean up, but I still had to change.

The third mistake, which really is no one's fault, is upon leaving the apartment I saw a note on the elevator stating it was "out of service for maintenance". So....back into the apartment to switch out stroller for Boba carrier, then down six flights of stairs.

This is a perfect guide to being late for work. Tomorrow I will go through how to be on time, that is if I ever figure that out.

Hurdle for Mommy

An amazing thing happened yesterday.  My sweet boy, my miracle, The Champion,
The Tater Tot rolled over to his stomach by himself for the first time.  It
started out like any other normal attempt... feet kicking, smiling in
anticipation, swinging the right foot and getting into position, then screeching
in delight with the final push off and boom, on his stomach!  Then full fledged
screaming since the understanding of how to get back on his back still eludes
him.  But success none the less!  At least that is how I heard the story when I
dropped him off at daycare, because this wonderful milestone happened yesterday,
while I was a work.