Top eleven things about being on bedrest

1. Hairy is the new black.

2. I no longer worry about how I'll manage to look presentable as I outgrow all of my maternity clothes.

3. I will potentially go weeks/months without changing a diaper, which will help balance out the 4,271,639 poops and pees I will clean when we have three children who wear diapers.

4. I always have prime pick of the new super-sales at MamaBargains.com, GreenBabyBargains.com, and HauteLook.com.

5. If I fart, I don't need to blame it on the dog, because it's just me and the dog here anyway and she doesn't judge.

6. I am fairly certain I can pass the bar exam, given how many judge shows I have watched. The extra cash I could earn would certainly come in handy.

7. My husband can't give an exasperated *sigh* when he comes in and finds me laying around, typing on the computer.

8. When my friends come to visit, they see the "real" and "natural" me, which I'm sure will bring us closer because I don't appear as intimidatingly gorgeous as I usually do.

9. There's this thing called Amazon.com... and credit cards...

10. I have learned how to eat while sideways, which will come in handy if I ever become an astronaut.

11. I have finally gotten an answer to my burning question, "What would it be like to be the dog?"



I try to look on the bright side of this situation, dim as it may be. All my friends who have been on bedrest are bringing me books and magazines, saying they know how boring it is. I'm sure it will get boring as the weeks stretch on, but for now, I am still super busy trying to organize my life from my bedroom. I have purchased Bean's new bedroom set, ordered his new quilt, registered at BRU, planned Mom's Night Out for our MOMS Club, written a birthday card and two anniversary cards, chosen a paint color for the new office, plucked my eyebrows, penned a thank-you note for the two baby quilts our contractor's wife made for us, eaten a metric ton couple of truffles homemade and sent by my Aunt Sharon, completely taken advantage of all of my friends, and killed most of my brain cells watched The Bachelor: On the Wings of Love. See, I'm very busy! And I still have to get caught up on my email and Google Reader (down to 88 posts) (wait, now it's 90) (please stop posting for a minute, will you!).

The hardest thing, of course, is not being able to play with or comfort Bean. He seems to understand I can't leave the bed, which makes it easier... but he always wants to hang out with me here, which is very exhausting. It's hard to entertain a toddler on a queen-sized bed all day in ways that don't end up with goldfish crackers crushed between the sheets. (Yeah, those are from him.) (THEY ARE!) (Okay, a couple may be from me.) The transition has clearly been hard on him, we see more flashes of Evil Toddler Bean than we usually do. Hopefully he'll adjust to the new way of things soon.

My Mom landed safe and healthy yesterday, which has been a huge relief to all of us living here. I try not to think about how we will survive when she leaves. We won't smell as nice, that's for sure.

My follow-up appointment with the OB is tomorrow afternoon. I'll have my bags packed in the car, just in case. Wish me luck.