Monday, February 26, 2007

Tales from the Tylosand

(That would be the name of our super Swedish IKEA couch monstrosity).

It has begun. I am officially chained to my couch on bedrest, having reached the 30 week mark in this pregnancy. Today is Monday, Feb. 26 and I am at 30 weeks and 4 days. For those keeping score at home, my water broke with Molly at 31 weeks exactly and I had her 5 days later. This time around, my doctors are not taking any chances. For one thing, they would actually like to DELIVER this baby, as opposed to my out-state business trip delivery adventures from last time. So, for several weeks I have been asked not to be more than an hour from home. Now, my freedom consists of one shower per day (preferably 5 minutes - HA) and trips to the potty. I drink a lot, just so I have more excitement in my day. It's thrilling.

I am on day 3 of full bedrest. Wow. It really bites. I don't watch soaps. I don't knit. I am not allowed to work. So far I have watched a lot of TV, praised God for inventing TiVo, and been very grateful that Molly is ENGROSSED with Disney movies and will watch anything that Disney has ever produced with rapt attention, snuggled next to me on the couch. My mom is staying with us to help - aka do all the work - thank god.

I am currently scouring the "guide" function on TiVo, looking into all the Discovery Health slice and dice shows I can tape and backlog for later. I also do a lot of crossword puzzles. I am giving birth to a future kick boxer - you would not beLIEVE the X-Files-esque alien life form movements and visuals going on in my stomach. I can't keep the laptop on my LAP as the child can actually MOVE it off of me.

Right now we (why do I say we??? ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I!!!!!) are scheduled for a c section on April 5 at 36 weeks exactly with an amnio the day before to check the baby's lung maturity. hopefully we will be cleared to deliver the next day as I am at risk for internal bleeding due to the type of csection I had with Miss Molly.

that's all for now. the dog is on the couch with me, releasing periodic deadly gas attacks. good times.