Saturday, February 16, 2013
I'm on husband-ordered bed rest as I overdid myself last week and my body thinks it is time to expel my lodger a week earlier than my mother in law can come help. I was up half the night with contractions two nights ago and most movement has sent my belly into a tizzy, so I'm bed bound. I have to walk around slowly like I'm moving through oatmeal to keep the contractions at bay. I don't think I can keep him in for a whole week, but I can try a little while longer.
HEAR YE. I need to document the fact that I ran 3 miles and didn't feel like death. So just to make sure it wasn't a fluke, I did...