For those of you who asked after reading the last post, I am on bed rest right now, but only for a limited time. Not (God forbid!) until the end of the pregnancy. I can't even imagine the next 4 months staying still all day every day. Especially with spring coming. What torture would that be?
Bed rest is interesting. I find it is something I thought I would be good at but alas, am not. I found myself last evening in the kitchen whipping up a few quiches, one to freeze, while simultaneously making myself dinner.
This morning I awoke and climbed down the stairs to make coffee (for Ernie), a smoothy (for me) , a pound of bacon (to be used by either me or Ernie for breakfast, lunches, dinners, whatever), and a bagel. I then washed a sink load of dishes and meandered back upstairs to the couch that has become by daytime bed.
I can't actually spend these days of bed rest in the bed that I sleep in at night. That's just too much sameness for me. It is already so bad that at night I don't want to go to sleep. The last thing I want to do is crawl into bed. Ick. My back and hips are already so sore from all the side-sleeping (you're not supposed to sleep on your back when pregnant and not on your stomach for obvious reasons).
What I would like to do is go for a nice run in the bright spring sun. Now that sounds like a good time! Although I don't think I would even be able to manage tying the laces on my running shoes with this belly.
I think I may have gained a pound since I started this bed rest thing on Tuesday. I am certainly not eating as much as I usually do, but after I eat I am just laying there. Actually, I am laying down while I eat. So the food is just accumulating, which is I guess what we want it to do. I suppose the walking to and from the train, up and down subway stairs and to and from my office actually does burn calories. Who knew?