There are some things you can’t fully understand until you’ve gone through it. Pregnancy, childbirth and parenthood are on that list. I’d like to add one more… bed rest.
You’d think that I was at Club Med being pampered (I wish). Half of the time, that’s the feeling I get when people hear that I’m on bed rest. They really do think it’s a vacation of sorts. Others know that this it total lameville and send up prayers! I’m officially calling it house arrest.
When I was first informed of my new reality, I kinda wanted July (when baby girl is due) to come right away. Yes, that was the first time in recent memory that I wanted to speed my life up. I’m usually a “take time and smell the roses” type of girl. I like to take life one day at a time to make sure I don’t miss a thing. These days, I’m just looking forward to July! I want my baby girl to make it to full term as quickly as possible so I don’t stress so much about how she’s doing in there. I want to meet her. I want to see who she looks like. I want to kiss her little cheeks and forehead and just stare at her. I’m looking forward to all of that.
Right now, I seem to be filled with stress. Counting down the days. Thanking the Lord every morning that we’re one day closer to full term. Worrying if any and everything I’m doing is pushing her arrival closer and closer. I don’t want to rush her at all. I want her to come when she’s supposed to and I want my body to cooperate and keep her snug and safe as long as possible. With so many worries on my mind, I can’t help but wonder if my worries are stressing her too. All of this seems to come with the bed rest territory.
Yes, these days I’m looking for a way to speed up time. Speed up and get my baby where she needs to be, as healthy as she can be, and eventually in our arms.
Just needed to get that out, I guess…