The Unrest of Resting

I have often thought how wonderful it sounded when people were on bed rest for a bit. An excuse to sit and watch movies all day sounded like a little piece of heaven. Ah, the grass is always greener.

Today was a typically busy Saturday with both the boys having football games - neither of which I was allowed to attend. My family, bless their hearts, were bound and determined to keep me still. I hate not watching my kids, especially when I know that after the baby comes, I won't make it to many, if any of the remaining games. That being said, I know that the health and life of our newest member is much more important than a flag football game.

Consequently, I had the house...and the TV to myself. I chose 2 movies that were neither uplifting nor encouraging, so I cried some more. Seriously, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas? What was I thinking?

I added to my baby registry online. Isn't modern technology the best? I registered sitting on the couch not moving at all. This activity helped me feel like I was being productive, which I sorely needed.

In the midst of all my sitting, I started itching. Not a mosquito bite kind of itch, but an all over allergic reaction with no rash kind of itch. Believe me when I say that sitting in one place does NOT take the mind off of the itching! I called the doctor and it seems I have something called cholestasis. What else can possibly go wrong? I've found that constant, all over body itching tends to make one a bit edgy...and perhaps a bit over dramatic.

Other than missing some events and making poor movie choices and wanting to claw my skin off, the whole bed rest weekend hasn't been so bad.

Come on sweet baby. I can't take much more of this.