Bed Rest Days 8 and 9

Hello friends. How are you? How's the outside world? I think I've officially reached the end of my patience and have been quite cranky for the past several days. The work week was good because having some modicum of responsibility and meetings helped to pass the time a little more quickly. These weekend days just seem to drag on and on. And poor Harrison is stuck here with me. He's not tethered to me or anything, but being the great guy that he is, he's not straying far from my side.

Me. Before and after coffee for the past two days.

So, on Friday I had a visitor! The best kind - my mama! She came down in the morning, coffee and leftover Arizmendi pizza in hand (a San Francisco favorite). She was a whirlwind energy and activity - it was so awesome to have her down here. She asked if I wanted anything from the grocery store, and I told her I had really been missing vegetables, and man did she deliver. I ate about 3 pounds of roasted veggies on Friday and Saturday, YUM. 

I feel like a pretty terrible host when people come to visit me, given my appearance, the state of the house, and my cranky spirit. But I can't tell you how much it lifts my spirits to be around people I love and people that are excited for this baby. Since I haven't been able to be very excited during this pregnancy, it's nice to see others happy and excited. This baby is one very lucky little guy. So am I. After mom left on Friday, I also:

• Interviewed another candidate for the first position my team at work. I just kept imagining this very bright woman dressed in her business casual and looking professional, being interviewed by me, in my bathrobe and shorts. At least it wasn't a video conference!
• Called into a few more meetings at work. When I mentioned to my old desk mate that I was on bed rest and working from home for a few weeks, he said "Oh my gosh, what is going on!" I referenced that we just wanted to keep the baby safe for a bit longer and he, no joke, said "what baby?" Bless his heart. I never officially acknowledged the pregnancy at work, and apparently some people were still guessing. When I asked him how he hadn't noticed the 30 lbs of weight gain in my stomach, he just said, "I knew it was a tough year!" I found this completely hilarious. I guess it goes to show that you really never can ask a woman if she's pregnant. Even when she has a basketball shaped growth on her stomach.

Saturday we had more visitors! Dad and Lolly drove in from Sacramento to visit and to help us with a dresser for the baby room (which is still in shambles). Harry and dad put the dresser together, I laid on the couch, and Laura helped me figure out what I need for my hospital bag. Again, I'm a horrible hostess, but I love having people here. It makes the day pass so much faster, and it gives Harrison a break for listening to me whine. 

Harry was also able to get out of the house for a bit with Laura to look for a new couch for us at West Elm. Harrison and I had already picked one no less than 2 months ago, from Macy's, but, long story short, Macy's broke the specially ordered couch before delivery, has horrible customer service, and we had to cancel our order. So, we are still stuck with our too big current couch and looking for its replacement. No luck at West Elm, unfortunately. Anyone know of good sources for dog and kid friendly, good looking couches that won't break the bank? 

After my parents left, Harry and I continued our House binge on Netflix, and ordered Indian for dinner. A nice little bed rest Saturday. I also enjoyed this view for most of the weekend:

These dogs - they are good nurses!