Bed Rest Day 1.

AKA Kate's whine sesh:

It's been an insane 36 hours or so. Monday I had my injection appointment and Tuesday was the regular OB appointment. Or it was supposed to be regular. Turns out I was dilating and super soft and the nugget is way into my crotch, which we already knew, but makes for the perfect storm. I got taken off of work immediately and put on bed rest. Bed rest while doing as little as my job as "mom" would require. It was kind of a blow and an emotional day, but as the day went on I was feeling more and more optimistic. More cooking time for the nugget, an aggressive approach with steroids (which was AMAZING with Tiegan), and even closer monitoring. I'm so glad this doc is super proactive and on top of things. Plus think of all of the time I now have to watch all of the Netflix shows I've been wanting to veg on!

All yesterday I was super crampy/contractiony and was enough pain that it woke me up for a few hours last night. I figured I had an appointment at the hospital in the afternoon anyway and Aoife had a doctor appointment too that she really needed to go to, no big deal. I've been super barfy and miserable but hey, third trimester. Nobody's completely glowey and awesome at the end.We took it easy this morning, did nails, girls played outside, watched some Little Einsteins and snuggled before the afternoon of doctor appointments.

I was at the hospital for an appointment yesterday, too, so when the nurse asked how I was doing today, I was honest. She called my regular OB right away and lemme tell you, doc was not impressed. And I got put on super strict bed rest. And it's a huge blow realizing you can't even take care of your own kids. I went from super optimistic and thinking of all of the things I could do from my throne in the living room to feeling defeated and useless and inadequate and just all around stressing the F out. Like seriously, if I can't even take care of my three kids now, what am I going to do when this nugget joins the circus?

Everything hurts. I hate stairs. I hate sitting, I eat food only to barf it up a few minutes later. I haven't slept in months and probably won't sleep again until December. I couldn't waddle fast enough to catch my future track stars in the parking garage when leaving the hospital and they may or may not have ran out in front of a car and I completely blew up in said parking garage and told them not to talk the entire drive home. I cried for the entire drive home and probably freaked them out. I've had 22 shots so far this pregnancy and I'm super over it. Don't get me wrong, the shots are making a world of difference and I'm grateful she's still in there cooking and that she's also getting steroids to speed things up, but I feel like a pin cushion.

In better news: I've been having nightmares. (I promise it is actually better news.) Babe's kidneys are abnormal, which we knew from the get-go. I hadn't really thought much about it since it could mean a thousand different things, but as things got closer, I started having nightmares about it. Yesterday at the normal OB appointment I asked doc to lay it all out there just so I knew what after delivery would look like. She pulled up the latest ultrasound and said they didn't look TOO bad. She'd probably be whisked away for an ultrasound and we'd go from there but she doubts there's anything super serious to worry about. So with all of the suck of the last couple days, some good news!

My mom is jumping on a plane on Friday, and I have some really awesome people helping out until she gets here, which I'm super grateful for. I feel like a ticking bomb and I'm convinced I'm going to accidentally high-five this kid when I wipe or something. We'll just keep her in as long as possible and not send her out half baked. And I'll accept donations of Diet Coke. Or chocolate. Or play dates for my poor kids. Or suggestions of things to do so I don't go too crazy. Or just general "you're awesome and not a sucky mom" well wishes. And give Ross a pinch and tell him he's awesome, too. Cause he's handling the news and my crazy super well. He's a rock star. Bed Rest Day 1: Survived. Is it Friday yet?