Bed Rest Day 13

Bed Rest Day 13, July 23 2014
33 Weeks 6 Days
43 Days Until Due Date

Nurse George Michael

This morning, thankfully, I was back to sleeping like a rock. I rolled myself (literally) out of bed at a reasonable time and did a little mental check of my physical condition. I was still really crampy, and my back was killing me, which made me a bit nervous. I had some bleeding after the hospital check yesterday, which didn't help my anxiety level. But, as the day went on, the cramping subsided.

Breast pads also make
great coasters

We went in to the doctor's office this afternoon, and I declined the cervical check. Harrison thought I might regret not knowing my status after the fact, but I declined for a few reasons. First, I was in a lot of pain after having two yesterday. I just don't think it's worth it to keep irritating my body, when the information we would get might not mean anything. Second, my doctor said that the only thing that might change our course of action, is if she found that i had dilated to a 4 or greater, she'd probably send me back to the hospital.  After clarifying that at some point in this process, my body would give me an indication that the baby was coming (and the baby couldn't just fall out unannounced), I decided that it wasn't worth knowing. We are less than seven hours from 34 weeks, so it's not something that they would try to stop anyway. We have another appointment on Tuesday, and I'm happy to check for any further progress at that point.

Harrison, as almost always, has proved to be a little right, in the sense that I am kind of wondering now that I'm home. But I think in the long run, a little ignorance is better for my anxiety (and my body). Aside from the doctor, a pretty uneventful day:

• I packed my hospital bag! Kind of! I put things in a bag. I already realized that I forgot to pack baby clothes (I keep forgetting that the whole purpose of this thing is to have a baby). I'm already an all-star parent. For those of you with babies - any must-haves I should be packing?
• I ate some of my goodies delivered by Good Eggs. Have you ever heard of a kouign amann pastry? Life changing.  Salty-sweet and buttery. A croissant on crack.
• More phone interviews. These ambitious young folks are making me feel bad about myself. I am wondering if I'll even be able to conduct any onsite interviews at this point. 

Tomorrow I have to leave the house again for therapy. Ugh. Is it possible to become a misanthrope in 13 days?