Taking it easy

My sister, Marianne came down last weekend when I went into the hospital. I had planned to go spend the weekend with her, but Friday morning I knew that wouldn't be happening. When I told her on the phone from the hospital that I was supposed to rest all weekend, she asks, "Not even one shopping trip?"

When my sister's and I get together we like to shop (well, even when we aren't together...). Well, I didn't want to have my baby early, but I wanted to do some shopping too... so, I borrowed a wheel chair.

The wheel chair my husband and brother in law picked out was LAME. It didn't have foot rests, so while I wasn't having to walk, I was still having to hold my legs up which caused contractions too. After we left the first store with the wheel chair, my sister couldn't close it. If we were swearing people, we would have been swearing. John called about the time Marianne had been trying to close it for what seemed like 10 minutes, and he kept repeating, "just lift and pull at the same time." After the fourth time of him telling me that, and I had already told him that was what she was doing I told him, "I'm hanging up now."

We finally got it in the car, and then decided we didn't want to attempt taking it out again, but we ended up hitting two more stores. Not very good of me, but I paid for it when we went to Target.

I wanted to get some body wash, and I thought it would be by the shampoo, or at least near it. I could not find it! My sister and I split up, and I was having contractions, and tired, and frustrated that I couldn't find it. I just stood there and called my sister's name, not having the energy to find her, but got no response. I gave up, and sat down right at the end of the aisle. I felt kind of stupid when a Target person eventually came around the corner, so I got up, and then my sister showed up. The body wash was at least three aisles down. It made no sense to me. Needless to say, we ended our shopping for the weekend.

My contractions aren't regular anymore, but they still come often. I've only had to take my medication once to stop contractions since I've been home from the hospital. But, let's just say this has been the most uncomfortable I have ever been in any of my pregnancies. Sitting down hurts because I guess my baby is so low it puts a lot of pressure on me because "it" doesn't like the pressure on "it." This post alone took at least three short sittings to write because I can't sit very long. I can also barely walk - seriously. I limit climbing my stairs to a few times a day. I told my sister on the phone yesterday that it would be nice if she could come and carry Mallary up the stairs for her nap... I finally mustered the energy to do it at THREE O'CLOCK in the afternoon! Just a few hours late. I try to still accomplish things; there is so much to do - but I am forced to lay down often to rest my belly and the 50 extra pounds I'm lugging around! That's right, you heard me, FIVE - ZERO! So, I lay on the couch and watch Sesame Street, Sid the Science Kid, and Barney; I'm learning so much...

Anyway, I think my sitting time limit is up... Super Why awaits.