TB3 is the size of a backpack.
This week started with the girls’ first day of school. I personally think it’s an act of God that they made it to the first day, especially given how last week ended.
We also took our maternity photos this week. I had so much fun. We kept with our music theme and went to one of our favorite places. It was also nice supporting a former classmate and black business: Picture Me Tashi. She was awesome with the girls and did a great job. Can’t wait to see the finished and edit products.
Of course though, this week wasn’t without its drama. After a great day of photos and getting ready for the week and nesting, Monday brought the pain…quite literally. I spent most of the morning doubled over barely able to walk. Determined to knock out a few things first, I finally called my midwives. I was pretty sure I wasn’t in labor, but they needed to make sure TB3 was okay. They told me to come to Labor & Delivery…and make sure I brought my hospital bag and clothes for TB3.
Guess what? Those bags hadn’t been packed yet. I rushed and threw some clothes in a bag for the both of us (guess that nesting the night before paid off because she actually had washed clothes that had been put up for me to grab). T-Daddy and I went to the hospital where they monitored me for a few hours. I had a few contractions, but nothing consistent enough to be labor, my water hadn’t broken and I wasn’t dilated. I was free to go home…and rest.
Yup, they put me on bedrest for the rest of the day. Apparently, I was experiencing pelvic inflammation and the only thing I was allowed to do was ice and lay down. For the next 4 weeks, I have to take it easy – no strenuous activity, no heavy lifting, staying off my feet as much as possible, lots of resting.
I’m pretty sure my boss and T-Daddy are both ready to put me on bedrest. BB is too. She may or may not have already yelled at me for being stubborn and not accepting (or asking for) help. Me? I just want to finish all the things that I need to finish before TB3 gets here and I can’t do that stuck in bed.
You know what else I can’t do? Apparently, prenatal yoga unmodified, which is funny when you think about the fact that prenatal yoga is already modified for pregnant women. Part of my discharge instructions was to keep doing yoga to help manage the pain. So I made it a priority to go to class tonight. And guess what, I had to do all of the standing positions, sitting down. It hurt to be on my feet that long.
It’s going to be a long 4 weeks…but I don’t think TB3’s gonna wait that long anyway.