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.