Surprises - Good And Bad

As most of you know by now, I am pregnant -- approx 9-10 weeks. We discovered this in early November when I successfully tinkled on a pregnancy test stick. To say we were thrilled is an understatement. We scheduled an appointment with the ob-gyn for the normal 12 week first prenatal at the end of December. The weeks went by with some minor morning sickness, but otherwise everything was normal.

And just when we thought everything was sailing along smoothly, there were complications, which necessitated a trip to the ER, and then a visit to the ob-gyn. Long story short, I am now on bedrest until December 30. Sounds like your idea of heaven, right? To be ordered to stay in bed and do nothing is most people's idea of the ultimate vacation. But I'm here to tell ya, it's not all it's cracked up to be. I'm used to being up and about, doing things. Even while watching TV, I'm usually wandering around the house getting minor chores done. When I have to sit still for longer than 20 minutes, I start to fidgit. I'm the planner in the family. I make the lists (chores, groceries, etc) and see they are completed. I'm constantly juggling several to-do items in my head at any given time. To be forced to relinquish control over everything to someone else is incredibly difficult. To be forced to prioritize is both humbling and frustrating.

Fortunately, I married a very good man. Big Dave has stepped up and has tackled the tasks of running the house and businesses with gusto. He cooks my meals, he brings me snacks, and he holds my hair back during my morning sickness episodes. If that's not love, than I don't know what is.

In spite of all the frustration and difficulties (I wish morning sickness would stick to a schedule, for pete's sake!), we are looking foward to the Dec 30th appointment, when we get our next ultrasound. It'll all be worth it when we see that healthy beating heart.