Today was the day you find out about bedrest leavage, right?
Yup. If I'm really, reeeeeeally lucky, I have just six more days to go, and I'm now officially allowed to leave the apartment and go out and about, provided I don't pick up anything bigger than my head and that I go back home and lie down afterwards. Then I have another appt. next Tuesday to see how the walking thing is working out, and after that I may be able to go back to work half-time, or possibly more. I made a big pointy point of stressedly stressing just how indolent my job is, what a mother hen my boss is, and that the ER is right downstairs.
OTOH, I've just crawled my way out of a three-day bout of severe intestinal distress, I'm down two pounds again, and right now I feel like one of those YouTube kittens with the head-bobbing and the toppling and the utter bonelessness. (Which I also pointed out to the OB, since one of the best ways of dealing with said distress? Physical activity.)
OTOOH, the Halloweenie is still head-down and cheerfully thumpy.
Thus endeth the post of memememeME. Apologies all around.
Thus endeth the post of memememeME. Apologies all around.
PFFFTTTTTT
I'm glad you get to be semi-off bed rest.
Dag, JZ. That all sounds like Very Little Fun. Except for the new and improved out-and-about thing. That's a good time.
provided I don't pick up anything bigger than my head and that I go back home and lie down afterwards
Many kettlebells are smaller than your head. FWIW.
Bigger and/or heavier than my head? Not that I'm sure how much my head weighs exactly.
Your head probably weighs less than a kettlebell, unless you have an unusually strong neck.
What we are assuming is that ravens are black--which means that all nonblack things are ravens, by definition.
ita, above, did you mean to say, "which means that all nonblack things are NOT ravens, by definition."?
Yup. If I'm really, reeeeeeally lucky, I have just six more days to go, and I'm now officially allowed to leave the apartment and go out and about, provided I don't pick up anything bigger than my head and that I go back home and lie down afterwards.
Excellent! Well, that's an overstatement, but it's positive, and a move toward freedom. I wish it was more for you, but I'm glad it's something, JZ.
OTOH, I've just crawled my way out of a three-day bout of severe intestinal distress, I'm down two pounds again, and right now I feel like one of those YouTube kittens with the head-bobbing and the toppling and the utter bonelessness. (Which I also pointed out to the OB, since one of the best ways of dealing with said distress? Physical activity.)
Intestinal distress can spook OBs, because it can irritate the uterus.
Are you 33 weeks now?
More Suri pictures: [link] (am so glad I don't have to buy the magazine! But I do want to resubscribe to VF.)
33 weeks as of yesterday.
Intestinal distress can spook OBs, because it can irritate the uterus.
Well, bother the OBs. My uterus is fine, and I wouldn't have had the distress if I hadn't had almost a week of, ah, um, the opposite problem as a result of LYING DOWN 18 HOURS A DAY FOR AN ENTIRE MONTH LIKE THEY TOLD ME TO.
