This weekend was a bit of an eye opener. I’ve been planning on having all the days up to our planned c-section, on July 18th, to prepare and check off my long list of to-dos. Call it naive optimism or denial but my countdown never considered that these babies might come earlier than their early date. From the beginning, I’ve accepted the high possibility of bed rest, but things have been going so well I put that in the back of my mind as well. (I did prepare, as recommended by myself to myself in an earlier post, so now I put a packed bag in the car for every Drs. appointment and I have a long list of seated projects.) I wasn’t planning any heavy lifting, painting, crawling around on the floor, those things are being left for all the wonderful family members who have been kind enough to come for a “visit”. No, I just wanted time to sort baby clothes, organize the family room after the remodel and get the basement arranged for the lucky guests who used to stay in the nursery before it became the nursery. So when a regularly planned Dr. visit became a 24 hour vacation at the Stamford Hospital it dawned on me that I might have run out of time.
Fortunately, everyone is fine and I’m back home with instructions to “take it easy” as if I can take it any other way. But now I have a dilemma. What do I do with myself in the days and hours I have left before the babies or my Dr. say “time is up.” So far I’m grappling with the following equally compelling plans:
A) Spend my time relaxing, reading, soaking up the sun and some quiet time…all things that will completely disappear upon the arrival of our trio.
B) Focus on my projects, create a budget that accounts for my new role as a kept woman, finish Fletch’s woefully neglected baby book, and all the other items that might help stave off the impending chaos as long as possible.
C) You tell me. Tell me what you would do, then I can go ahead and blame you later if it wasn’t the best idea.
***Technical Update*** I was hospitalized for more tests because I had atypical symptoms of preeclampsia. My blood pressure isn’t high and was consistent on Friday and Saturday. So they were looking for elevated liver enzymes, low platelets, swelling, blurred visions or headaches. All of the tests were good and continued to be on Monday morning when I went back for another round of tests. And the really good news is that now in addition to avoiding sugar I get to watch my salt intake.
The boys are growing as they should be, they are now at 3.5 lbs for Baby A, 3.5 lbs for Baby B, and 3.6 lbs for Baby C. That’s 10.6 lbs of baby, yes, every night time bathroom break is a workout.