Since my ultrasound on Monday I've been made to rest. The rules are that I am not to stand or walk around for more than 30 minutes, I can't carry anything heavier than a gallon of milk, and I need to sit with my feet up as often as possible.
This whole idea sounded kind of nice at first. I thought, maybe a week or two of relaxing, a forced vacation. It would be nice to spend all day watching bad TV and reading. Unfortunately, I'm having a really hard time just resting. I feel like there is so much I could be doing, and so much I need to be doing, that sitting still has been a challenge.
I know that this period of rest is something I need to do for the sake of my baby. It's also something I should enjoy, because there will soon be a time where resting is a thing of the past. I'm trying to remember that. I also know that the more I rest now, the sooner the hematomas will heal.
So for now, the apartment will be in a state of half cleanliness, Doug will be in charge of pretty much everything, and I will enjoy this period of rest as I carry the gift of life God has blessed me with. I'm spending my time looking for books to read to my still-growing baby, looking at strollers and rocking chairs and diaper bags, and thinking about how wonderful it will be to see my baby, healthy and strong, at our next ultrasound.