I had grand expectations about blogging about the day that bed rest ended - an aptly-titled entry ("Freeeee-dom!" ala Braveheart) and me extolling the benefits of being able to drive, shop, and walk to my heart's content.
But bed rest ended with more of a whimper than a bang (as most things do) and it slipped by so fast I didn't even record the day. For those of you who are curious, as of last Wednesday (August 12th), George said I was free to stop the medication and go off of bed rest. I confirmed this with Dick, and he agreed. (I think he would have agreed to anything during my tear-stained break-down). So since Wednesday, much to mother's chagrin, I've been walking to the mail box, going to friends' houses, and enjoying my many trips up and down the stairs in our house.
Last night, however, I got a little full of myself. Brian and I went out to dinner with a friend, and I boldly declared that I would like to go for a walk after dinner. The shopping area was pretty and there was a live band playing, so it seemed like a nice idea. We took a hot lap around the complex and I felt great.
Then, right around 5am this morning, my back did that weird spasm thing it did a few weeks ago (when I thought I was in labor). Poor Brian was once again wakened by me poking him in the shoulder, begging him to get me some Tylenol and a warmed corn pillow. The pain continued for a good four hours (with the corn pillow being warmed two more times) until finally around 10am, when I finally was confident I would be able to walk without falling. Or crying.
Brian was kind enough to make me breakfast (coffee, English muffin, and trail mix, per my request) and I've been laying on the couch ever since. He was joking with me that he's going to get a t-shirt for me that reads, "Ow, ow, ouch," since those are the most frequent words out of my mouth these days. Especially with our new-found love for 'Wheel of Fortune,' he said an appropriate bonus round puzzle for me would be:
__ __, __ __, __ __ __ __!
And yes, if you ask for an O, a W, and an H, try to guess the final answer:
OW, OW, O__ __H!
Seriously, I think I learned my lesson. I need to not over-do it. I keep thinking that walking will be like walking when I'm not pregnant, and I forget about this extra 35+ pounds I'm carrying in the front of my body. Whoops.
But bed rest ended with more of a whimper than a bang (as most things do) and it slipped by so fast I didn't even record the day. For those of you who are curious, as of last Wednesday (August 12th), George said I was free to stop the medication and go off of bed rest. I confirmed this with Dick, and he agreed. (I think he would have agreed to anything during my tear-stained break-down). So since Wednesday, much to mother's chagrin, I've been walking to the mail box, going to friends' houses, and enjoying my many trips up and down the stairs in our house.
Last night, however, I got a little full of myself. Brian and I went out to dinner with a friend, and I boldly declared that I would like to go for a walk after dinner. The shopping area was pretty and there was a live band playing, so it seemed like a nice idea. We took a hot lap around the complex and I felt great.
Then, right around 5am this morning, my back did that weird spasm thing it did a few weeks ago (when I thought I was in labor). Poor Brian was once again wakened by me poking him in the shoulder, begging him to get me some Tylenol and a warmed corn pillow. The pain continued for a good four hours (with the corn pillow being warmed two more times) until finally around 10am, when I finally was confident I would be able to walk without falling. Or crying.
Brian was kind enough to make me breakfast (coffee, English muffin, and trail mix, per my request) and I've been laying on the couch ever since. He was joking with me that he's going to get a t-shirt for me that reads, "Ow, ow, ouch," since those are the most frequent words out of my mouth these days. Especially with our new-found love for 'Wheel of Fortune,' he said an appropriate bonus round puzzle for me would be:
__ __, __ __, __ __ __ __!
And yes, if you ask for an O, a W, and an H, try to guess the final answer:
OW, OW, O__ __H!
Seriously, I think I learned my lesson. I need to not over-do it. I keep thinking that walking will be like walking when I'm not pregnant, and I forget about this extra 35+ pounds I'm carrying in the front of my body. Whoops.
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