Hello there. I'm writing this from bed, where I should be for the next 3 weeks if I'm lucky. It seems my baby was planning for an early arrival, so I'm doing my best to keep him in there until he's full term.
I'm sure if you've been on bed rest before you know this already, but I just have to say that it's no vacation. I went from feeling like a competent, confident expectant mama to feeling afraid to move, fearing that any movement might bring on preterm labor. I went from actively preparing for my baby's arrival to feeling like an invalid, unable to do things for myself, let alone my baby. I went from eagerly counting down the days until he arrives to nervously counting up the days he's been inside. I am thankful for each day more that my baby gets to stay inside and keep growing.
I'm trying to quell the worry that occupies my days now. My body is gradually adjusting to the medication I have to take to ward off contractions. I am finding ways to keep my body comfortable. And I'm slowly finding productive ways to spend my time.
Yesterday my mom and sister helped me sort through boxes of hand-me-down baby clothes from my cousin. And I finished knitting this stuffed elephant for the baby. It's a really sweet, simple toy, and it makes me happy to think of my son playing with it in the not-too-distant future. You can read my notes on knitting it on my Ravelry page. It's an adorable product, but fiddly to knit (it's the only knitting project I've ever thrown across the room in frustration).
K has been a great support in these bed rest days. He cooks, he cleans, and he makes me smile. He reminds me that 3 weeks is not long in the scheme of things and that even if our baby is born early, everything will be all right. He spent yesterday painting the nursery and making pie crusts to freeze so we can make pies and quiches after the baby comes. I already know he's going to be a great dad.
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I hope you are all doing well and spending lots of time with your loved ones!