Bed Rest. I can't even begin to tell you exactly how frustrating it is. I have things that have to be done- and I don't really have anyone around that I am comfortable enough with to ask- I mean- Dan is helpful- but a lot of times he just adds to my stress level. Not always on purpose either, so I try really hard to handle- but the only word is: frustrating. I am a freak, and I know it- so I try SO HARD to just bite my tongue or be grateful when I have help. It's harder when Dan is helping, because I seriously expect him to do things to my standard, how I want it done. He doesn't care... hahaha... and he gets overwhelmed with my list of things to tackle on top of his own work and lists of things to do. So, you see, we all get frustrated.
This baby is stealing all my vitamins and nutrients, so I have to take extra and it makes me feel yucky. I have my thyroid to deal with, and sometimes that has to be changed also. Then there is the past blood clots- pregnancy puts you at an even higher risk of those recurring, so my stomach is black and blue from blood thinner shots, and I have to wear the sexy compression socks. And the issue that seems to be rocking the boat the most is my blood pressure. It doesn't matter if I am a normal weight, or overweight, or pregnant or not, I have high blood pressure. Thanks genetics! So, pregnancy makes that worse. I have had a heck of a time with this pregnancy keeping it under control- I mean- it isn't something you can just mentally force to be normal and check it off the list. I am just grateful that so far, William- aka Will- is healthy and growing! I am so lucky and blessed that I have had 2 boys- 2 pregnancies- 2 opportunities to be a Mother- but I also don't physically do pregnancy very well. It is a trial. One with the sweetest reward.
So bed rest. I can't do anything. I can barely do the minimum to keep Cameron alive and happy. When I have good days, I try to take him or do something fun that isn't super taxing- This past week we went and walked around Wheeler Farm and saw all the farm animals for an hour or so. Then I sat down on a park bench and Cameron played on the playground for a while. We picked up some lunch and came home. He absolutely loved the farm. He is my little animal lover, farm boy.
I think kids and animals can sense when you aren't well- mine seem to anyway. My cats especially won't leave me alone- they pretty much guard me! It's kind of funny. I was bed resting while Cameron was at school this week and my giant Iliad has to lay with me- and he has to be touching me.
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I think kids and animals can sense when you aren't well- mine seem to anyway. My cats especially won't leave me alone- they pretty much guard me! It's kind of funny. I was bed resting while Cameron was at school this week and my giant Iliad has to lay with me- and he has to be touching me.







