I came home from the hospital two weeks ago to begin six weeks of home bed rest. Now I have less than four weeks to go until I’m admitted to the hospital. Surprisingly, the time has flown by. I guess that’s bound to happen when you take two-plus naps every day. 🙂
It’s been an up-and-down kind of day. I know I’m bound to experience highs and lows, but I still can’t help but feel guilty when I get in a slump. I tell myself I need to suck it up and quit feeling sorry for myself. I have so much to be thankful for and SO MUCH to fight for.
Still, I can’t help but think about all that I’m missing out on while I lay here in bed. We’re missing the family vacation to Lake of the Ozarks this weekend. My sister is at the beach today and I certainly won’t be joining her this year. We’ll need to get rid of our tickets for the Bayfront Blues Festival in August. No 10-year high school reunion for me, although I wasn’t entirely convinced I was going to go. We’re partial season ticket owners to the Twins, but I’m relegated to watching the games on TV. No bike rides. No dog-walking. No work. No Eclipse movie. No baby shower. No more dreams of a healthy, natural pregnancy and birth. No Justin Bieber concert, either. 🙂
Now that I’ve gotten that off my chest, I promise my next post will be brighter.