...busy. I had lots of family over, held a small birthday party for one of my children, had another child celebrate a birthday and turn 16 (no!), sewed myself a skirt, sewed an outfit for the baby, sorted through clothes and got rid of a lot of outgrown and seasonal stuff, caught up on laundry, cleaned out two cabinets and dressers to make room for baby clothes, helped my best friend get some background info on her sister's date to make sure he was not a creep (he's not), made my bed, and folded the world's largest pile of clean clothes. Needless to say, I am nesting. I wished that I had gotten more done, but I stupidly managed to over do it anyways on Saturday. In the end though, Craig was the one that REALLY worked the hardest. Seriously, the family room was deep cleaned, all of the toys are organized and put away in perfect order on their shelves, the floors are vacuumed, the kitchen is sparkling, the dishes are done, the trees in back are pruned, the garage is perfectly organized, the carpets were spot cleaned, the storage room was organized, the boys dresser is fixed, the computer is running smoothly again, the floor is swept, five small children bathed and fresh as a daisy, a Scout project with Noah is nearing completion, and the kitchen counters are totally clean. And he didn't have to sit down every five minutes to get any of that done like I do. I spent Sunday paying for my stupidity with swollen feet and contractions. I stayed home from church and from the family dinner at my parents and I put my feet up, drank lots of water, laid on my left side and I stopped being an overactive idiot. I have got to stop forging ahead all of the time thinking that just because I feel ok, does not mean that the the trip to the store for marathon grocery shopping is a good idea. When will I learn.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
So, things are good. My last Dr. appointment was on Monday and the baby is head down, growing as she should, and as active as ever. And even though I have been having some bouts of contractions that are causing concern, I have managed to keep them in check for almost a week now. When I told my Dr about it, he seemed more concerned than I was. He was ready to immediately administer a test that would determine whether or not I would go into labor in the next two weeks or not. I declined the test. Seriously, I'm not going to go into labor anytime soon, as long as I continue to take it easy like I have been the last little while. And I have been very good. I cut way back on my activities which means that my house is not as clean as I would like it and my laundry is not only winning, but poised to overthrow the government, but I'm making sure that I am resting a lot during the day. It gives me lots of time to catch up on "Maury" since you never know which of the 8 men they tested is going to turn out to be that baby's daddy. Fo sho.