Stuff

So I'm lying on the couch in a crooked S shape and Bosley has found his niche nestled in the bend of my knees. I'm trying very hard not to turn the TV on for 40 more minutes, so this is me just passing the time. A few things keeping me occupied are my crochet, my study materials (which I picked up for the first time yesterday, ugh) and the distant idea of writing a song to our little girlie.  I wrote a song long ago (for my then crush, who turned out to later marry me!) with the lyric "...And I know that you are more/than I dreamed could ever be..." I was recently singing it in the shower and looked down at my belly and had a tender moment with our unborn child. It all goes along with what I read in a book this weekend - that I should try to cherish these pregnant days because in three short months they will be a thing of the past. With all the concerns of the pregnancy, it has been difficult to do that, so I am going to make a better effort at relishing the next 12 weeks. But before I do that, let me just vent out my frustration at the "no sex of any kind" rule.  (Nobody gasp that I wrote it here - we all know I got pregnant somehow.)  Next to the contractions, it has been the most challenging part of this bedrest sentence, for both myself and Jason.  And that's that. Now I will magically be happy as a clam. ugh.

Last night was the first of our childbirth classes. They had a bed for me to lie in, and of course I felt like something of a spectacle, but at least I was comfortable. It was a nice class and I like our teacher a lot. She's 76 but looks and acts 50, and she birthed seven children of her own!  Impressive.

I was disappointed last night to find out that I failed my glucose tolerance screen. :(  I will have to go back this weekend to do the 3 hour test. Hopefully it will be negative!!