I’m officially 38 weeks pregnant, two weeks away from my due date, and my blood pressure had to go and spike itself up. My midwife decided bed rest was best to see if we can keep my blood pressure down and let this baby come when it’s ready. Good plan. Except I’m horrible at bed rest. I’m sure I’m not alone in this. Take a very pregnant woman who has a strong urge to nest, clean, and organize and then tell her she can’t do any of it. Nothing at all. Granted, the extra rest is nice… for maybe a few hours, maybe a day. And then there are just things that you need or want to get done. And you can’t. If you are someone like me you feel bad asking other people to do those things and some things you just want to do yourself, because you are a huge detail oriented perfectionist. Ahh!
I’m so thankful for Nick who’s been putting up with my bipolar pregnancy mood swings and overall discontentment about my current predicament. I’ve admittedly been super cranky about this whole thing. However, I do realize it’s really for the best, for myself and the baby. If I could just tell my brain to let go of the control and the need to do things. I’m hoping that either this baby will decide to make its appearance sooner than later or by some miracle my blood pressure will normalize itself and allow me to get back to business. Hopefully not too much longer… In the mean time, at least I have some cute bed rest buddies to keep me company.