Nonetheless, I had a giant pity party post that I was planning posting, but then my friend Allison wrote this incredibly sweet post on her blog and I am all of the sudden reminded of how lucky I am. Not that I had forgotten, sometimes you just need it put in perspective. And in the big scheme of things, my pity party is just pitiful. (This will not deter me from actually HAVING a pity party...it just means that I won't be writing about it at this exact moment...because, dude, 38 weeks pregnant is hard.) Let's all wish Allison good luck at her first 70.3 attempt in New Orleans in a few weeks - I will cheering you on from afar my dear! You will be AMAZING!
So, to sum up my pity party (not to whine, but to inform...the post I HAD written was VERY whiny, this is only moderately whiny):
I have been in a lot of pain since about Week 36. I spent Thursday and Friday of last week in the hospital. I was having a lot of trouble breathing (at rest) and was feeling really lightheaded. They ran a bunch of tests, but were unable to find the source of the infection (I had high white blood cell count). By Friday, the count had come down (still high, but lower than before) and they released me on bedrest. The good news is that bedrest alleviates most of my pain (yayy!). The bad news is that I don't tolerate bedrest well. I'm kind of a lazy sort, but I like to earn my laziness...I don't allow myself to just sit around. I have to run 10 miles to earn a few hours of trash tv. That's just how I roll. Sooo, this uninterrupted laziness is getting very, very, very old. Very. very, very quickly. And not having a schedule makes it hard to remember to brush your teeth. And that's just gross.
|Me, hanging out with my oxygen mask.|
But enough with the pity partying. I'm on bedrest, which is enough to make even the most inactive people go insane. But I am working from home, so at least I am occupied during the day...and then I make Tommy perform a song and dance when he gets home.