I had my regular Tuesday appointment today, which was supposed to be quick but turned out to be long and drawn out.
First, baby was tucked in and curled in such a way that meant the doppler wasn’t picking up his heartbeat. But he was kicking and moving the whole time.
Then my blood pressure was elevated, and my ankles were a little puffy, and my usual no-weight-gain status was interrupted by a blip of water weight. Annoying!
So then an ultrasound, a quick one, and blood work, and a stern warning from my OB, who I just love so, so much, to take it easier than I have been these last few weeks. “How much more?” I asked. He replied, “Whatever you’re doing?” I nodded. He continued, “Less of that.”
I already feel so incredibly lazy since I’ve gotten to my current round shape. About two weeks ago I gave up picking anything that I might drop, leaving it to mercy or promising the world to the family member nearest that I can bribe to grab the fallen object for me.
I work from home at a nice desk with a comfortable chair, and I have lots of freedom to move around. I’m not chained there the whole day.
Two weeks ago, along with the bending to pick up things, bending to get laundry out of the dryer also went the way of the dodo. So my laundry has suffered.
I usually make dinner in the crockpot these days. I only shop in short spurts. I drive to pick up and drop the kids off at school three blocks away. I mean, come on! I’m doing nothing… and all that nothing is apparently taxing my body much too much!
But I can be lazy and let things go if It means cooking this dude a little longer and saving myself the hassle of a difficult recovery. I can be humble and ask for help if it comes to that… even though I am loathe to do it! And I can put up with all the other little things that make me one of those women that pregnancy is not easy on (never has been) because we know this little person is meant to be part of us!