So, it’s been almost one whole day on bed rest. And yeah. It’s not so much fun. But it also doesn’t really suck as bad as I thought it would, at least not yet.
I realized a bit ago that I left an asterisked statement unexplained in my last post. H does, in fact, already wait on me hand and foot. And at yesterday’s appointment, the nurse was explaining to me what my restrictions should entail, and even though I told her that I don’t do anything (no, REALLY, I don’t do ANYTHING), she reiterated that I needed to make sure that I wasn’t cooking for H or doing just one last bit of cleaning or arranging or anything. And poor H just sat there biting his tongue, because, pregnant or not, I don’t do much in the way of cleaning. I will tidy up here and there, and when I do cook, I clean as I go along so there’s not a whole lot of mess. I do laundry (my own, but sometimes H’s as well), and I clean an occasional bathroom, but routine day-to-day stuff is H’s domain. And since I’ve grown painfully pregnant, my efforts around the house have been pretty much non-existent. I’ve cooked the odd meal, or helped H cook, and I think I cleaned a toilet a few days ago. And after dinner each night, when I stand up from the table, I do turn around and take one extra step to open the fridge to put condiments back in there, and place my plate in the sink as I walk past.
But the point is, while I have been doing what I can (which is only what I can do that falls along existing paths of travel– I walk to the bathroom, which is where the washing machine is, so there’s virtually no extra effort made to turn on the washing machine or to put my laundry in it’s basket, etc.), H has been busting his rump to take care of me, doing 99% of all chores and household maintenance (cooking, cleaning, gardening, grocery shopping, meal planning, lawn care, putting laundry away for me, any and all heavy lifting, etc.). My OB’s nurse is a sweetheart and a wonderful person, but she falls into the trap of thinking that because I am the woman, I am somehow more invested in the cleanliness of the house, and I think that H got his feelings a little hurt because she implied that he needed to take over more duties around the house. Which is pretty well impossible, since (no, REALLY) I do nothing.
Which also kind of concerns me. Since H has been off after spring semester ended, our days have consisted of fairly minimal activity. We take the odd trip to Target or out for lunch, or to the grocery store, or to the OB’s office. And I do the very limited “chores” I listed above, but most days consist of me waking up, walking to the kitchen, getting my morning pills and then plopping myself in front of the computer until we decide to leave the house for whatever reason, or until I get tired and decide to nap. And after I nap, I get up and walk to the kitchen again where I do about 10 minutes of help with dinner prep and then sit at the table to eat. And then, I go back to bed. I make the odd trip to the bathroom, or to refill my water glass (or to make myself a root beer float. Oh, MAN, the root beer float cravings are insane these days…), but that is really all I do.
So, if my blood pressure is raised after having a day like I describe above, is it really going to make a huge difference if I’m reclining in bed instead of in front of the computer desk? If I cut out the ten minutes a day I spend standing in the kitchen, setting the table or helping H with bits of dinner, is it going to keep my body happier? I just don’t know, and that slightly concerns me. I guess I’ll know more at my appointment tomorrow about whether cutting back on my already-limited activity has done anything to help…
Yep. Here I sit (well, recline…) in bed, watching crappy TV, annoying my Facebook friends, and blogging about the minutia of my day. I did “get dressed” today, even if it was just changing out of one ratty oversized tee shirt into a ratty tank top and yoga pants… it counts, right? Boring, boring, boring.
I actually thought at some point earlier in this pregnancy that I should have some knitting/crocheting or other stitchery projects lined up in the event that I ended up on bed rest. And of course, now that I’m on bed rest, I can’t do any of those things because my wrists and fingers simply won’t tolerate the movements necessary to do stitchery work. I’d love to finally put the hand ties on the quilts I made a few months ago, but holding a needle right now just isn’t going to work. Sigh.
So, if you’ve endured bed rest for whatever reason (or if you’re just creative-minded and have ideas of what you might do if you had limited movement…), what are some things you’ve done to entertain yourself? Help a girl out, here!