Day 1 of Doing Nothing...
My doctor has ordered it.
My friends have ordered it.
And Mr Stubbles has ordered it.
Anyone who knows me, knows I hate to be idle. So this is one of the hardest things that I'm having to do.
But, after yesterday... I have acquiesced.
We have made it as far as 29 weeks. Yesterday, I started having horrible pain and cramps, and ended up going to the hospital for a check-up, where the sister very sweetly reminded me that since Bean is number 3, I have to STOP. I admit that I go something of a scare yesterday, and it brought home what everyone has been telling me. Only that morning, Mr Stubbles sat me down and read me the riot act that I need to start taking it easier.
After having had Number 2 at 34 weeks, I have sat that as goal #1. In order to do that, though, I'm having to practice not doing much.
I had hoped that being in my wheelchair, and avoiding exerting myself would be sufficient, but it seems not. Just because I use a wheelchair, doesn't change my nature. I have a tendency to be driven, goal oriented, and on the go.
For the last two weeks, I have tried taking Number 2 to school and then coming home and resting for an hour or two to reduce the swelling in my feet and ankles, but it obviously hasn't been enough. I will still be seeing my students in the afternoons... for my own sanity, as much as their need for learning support... but, I will be trying to listen to my body more.
It really doesn't help that my nesting instincts have kicked in. For that last few weeks, I have been trying to get things organised, bit by bit. I get horribly frustrated since I'm not allowed to move anything myself, but we have had some fun along the way.
We made out first major baby investment recently. We bought a pram.
Mr Stubbles and I had been to look a few times and eventually we made our choice of a pram and baby car chair combination. In addition, we purchased a base for the chair for the car so that it is quicker and easier for us (me) to load Bean in and out of the vehicle.
The guys spent an enjoyable few hours constructing everything and trying it out, before we tried to repack the now fully constructed pram and paraphernalia back in the box. And unceremoniously dumped it all in the passage in readiness for use. I sat on the couch with my feet up, reading the instructions and dishing out commands, and being generally ignored amidst all the excitement, feeling slightly more relaxed that we would have a safe way of getting Bean back from the hospital when the time comes. After all, getting him to the hospital is the easy part.
My friends have ordered it.
And Mr Stubbles has ordered it.
Anyone who knows me, knows I hate to be idle. So this is one of the hardest things that I'm having to do.
But, after yesterday... I have acquiesced.
We have made it as far as 29 weeks. Yesterday, I started having horrible pain and cramps, and ended up going to the hospital for a check-up, where the sister very sweetly reminded me that since Bean is number 3, I have to STOP. I admit that I go something of a scare yesterday, and it brought home what everyone has been telling me. Only that morning, Mr Stubbles sat me down and read me the riot act that I need to start taking it easier.
After having had Number 2 at 34 weeks, I have sat that as goal #1. In order to do that, though, I'm having to practice not doing much.
I had hoped that being in my wheelchair, and avoiding exerting myself would be sufficient, but it seems not. Just because I use a wheelchair, doesn't change my nature. I have a tendency to be driven, goal oriented, and on the go.
For the last two weeks, I have tried taking Number 2 to school and then coming home and resting for an hour or two to reduce the swelling in my feet and ankles, but it obviously hasn't been enough. I will still be seeing my students in the afternoons... for my own sanity, as much as their need for learning support... but, I will be trying to listen to my body more.
It really doesn't help that my nesting instincts have kicked in. For that last few weeks, I have been trying to get things organised, bit by bit. I get horribly frustrated since I'm not allowed to move anything myself, but we have had some fun along the way.
We made out first major baby investment recently. We bought a pram.
Mr Stubbles and I had been to look a few times and eventually we made our choice of a pram and baby car chair combination. In addition, we purchased a base for the chair for the car so that it is quicker and easier for us (me) to load Bean in and out of the vehicle.
The guys spent an enjoyable few hours constructing everything and trying it out, before we tried to repack the now fully constructed pram and paraphernalia back in the box. And unceremoniously dumped it all in the passage in readiness for use. I sat on the couch with my feet up, reading the instructions and dishing out commands, and being generally ignored amidst all the excitement, feeling slightly more relaxed that we would have a safe way of getting Bean back from the hospital when the time comes. After all, getting him to the hospital is the easy part.
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