6 Years of Bliss and Life in Bed

Well that sounds like the title of something inappropriate...but don't worry, It's just about my week. :) I've written in my journal (which is weird for me to do before typing it out here, but at least I couldn't just say "Oh just go read my blog" and cut my journal entry short...not that I've ever done that...don't read my journal. Sorry, tangent. Anyway, this coming Sunday (yes, Mother's day, May 13th) is mine and Jon's 6 year wedding anniversary!!! Last year we were so consumed with moving to Arizona for school, buying a house, packing, and keeping Sophie entertained that it seems like 5 years came and went and we didn't really get to feel the impact of it all. It's normally kind of a milestone anniversary - right? Well, I'm pretty sure we did Redbox, and maybe bought some chocolates. I can't really even remember what we did/ate, but I do remember that I spent the day with Jon and that I loved it. THIS year, however, it's finally setting in that "Holy cow! We've been married for 6 years!!! That's longer than high school!" (Hey, high school seemed to last for forever, so it's a completely valid comparison!)

Normally I would try to do a big "Ode to Marriage" post at this point...but I'm just too tired! I'll explain that further in a moment. But for now, I shall tell you how we celebrated our 6 wonderful years together. We celebrated last week, since Jon didn't have a test this last Monday (Yay!), by going to see one of the greatest movies ever. The Avengers.

HOLY COW I LOVED THIS MOVIE SO MUCH I WAS GEEKING OUT SO BAD!!!!! Seriously - LOVED it! We had a hard time getting a babysitter for Sophie - Cinco de Mayo seems to be a bad day for babysitters - but we found someone literally the morning of the movie so we were able to watch in peace! After the incredibly awesome 3 hours in the theater, we picked up Sophie and ate at Chipotle grill (yum yum yum), and then headed home. Being all big and pregnant, this was a pretty busy day for me, so I was pretty tired. But we got home, Sophie fell asleep in the car so we put her in bed, and I decided that I should be productive with my time and swept the kitchen floor. Since I was already tired and having some minor painful contractions, I figured this would be easier on my than vacuuming. So I finished, and felt like I would die, so I layed down. A while later, Sophie woke up (NOOO!!!!) and demanded to go potty, so it was a lot of getting up, stooping/kneeling down, getting up again, carrying a scared 2-year-old around, trying to snuggle, etc., until finally I handed her off to Jon and told him that if I had to pick her up again I would either cry or die. At this point my minor contractions were pretty not-so-minor anymore, so I got some water and layed down and tried to relax. But they just didn't want to stop! By this time it was close to midnight, and I was tired and really didn't want to go in to labor and delivery, so I kept trying to wait it out and relax, but it wasn't working and I finally told Jon that I would go in. I made him stay home with Sophie (it was hard enough to find a babysitter during the day, much less at midnight until who-knows-when!) and I went in to the hospital.

After having a slight emotional breakdown in the car thinking "Holy cow, what if they can't stop my labor! What if the baby isn't developed enough! What if he's so small he can't eat!" and other such thoughts, I made it to the hospital and found my way up to labor and delivery - almost falling flat on my face from painful contractions about 6 times. Yep, I'm graceful like that. :) After they hooked me up to the various monitors and took a urine sample (at which point I noticed the spotting for the first time which did not calm my nerves) they informed me that I was definitely in labor and that they were waiting to see what the doctor said as to whether or not they would admit me and let the baby come, or stop the labor and send me home. I was 34 weeks and 6 days! So as I waited nervously to hear what was going to happen, I started to text Jon back and forth to tell him what was happening and informed him that he may have to find a place for Sophie to go. Finally after an hour or so of sitting there worrying and trying to breath through my contractions, they came back with a tiny medicine vial and a syringe and announced that they would be stopping the labor. THANK GOODNESS!!! I was just not ready for my little guy to come quite yet! So they gave me that awful terbutaline that burns like crazy and then leaves you all sorts of jittery, and a little while later gave me an IV to replenish my fluids. So long story short, I spent a long, painful, boring, and tiring night there and around 8 AM they gave me nifedipine to relax my uterus when I went home to help me last until my regular appointment on Wednesday.

The next 2 days felt like I had been shot in the stomach and groin with a cannon, and anytime I tried to do anything I would get dizzy from the nifedipine and my stomach would tighten very quickly and cause me to have to lay down again. When I saw my OB on Wednesday, she asked if I had any family near by or anyone that could help me with Sophie throughout the day - to which I replied not really until Jon's done with his finals next week. So she didn't say the words "bed rest", but she did say that I was to move as little as possible and to only get up when absolutely necessary, to call on neighbors or friends to help if needed, and to keep taking my nifedipine until I could see her the next week, at which point we would stop the nifedipine and let the baby do his thing. And once Jon is done with his tests, she says I'm supposed to lay around and let him do everything for me and take care of me. Her goal was to get me to 36 weeks at least (which is next Monday), but I want to see if we can wait until Jon's done with his finals and possibly make it to 37 weeks, so we'll see. Since then, I've tried to do little things (like put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher) and if I can even accomplish it in one sitting, it still leaves me huffing and puffing and laying down for a long time after.

Problem is, I get so stinking bored laying around, and I feel like I'm not doing what I should! Poor Sophie is probably bored to tears and spends all day watching TV or coloring since I can't do much else with her, the dishes and house are suffering, and Jon has been eating leftovers (which luckily I had quite a bit of) for the last couple of days. Ugh, I'll just be glad when this is all over. Bed rest is boring. And I'm sore. But, at least I'm almost done, I'll get to hold my cute little superhero ninja baby soon, and hopefully he'll come when he's fully cooked! Until then, wish me luck! (And here's to hoping that next year we can have a stress-free, non-pregnant anniversary that we can really enjoy!) :)