I am not thoroughly aggravated at myself today because I randomly began bleeding (think the not-so-good kind of bleeding during pregnancy) and instead of immediately calling my midwife, shrugged it off and continued with my daily life.
And I did not after six hours decide, "Hey, maybe this isn't normal" and then call my midwife expecting her to say that everything was fine and to call her tomorrow if I wasn't better.
And I wasn't completely shocked when she told me to schedule an ultrasound for today to make sure that things were all right with the baby. And I didn't naively think after leaving the ultrasound and watching a healthy little guy jump around on the screen that this would be the end of the whole issue.
So I definitely wasn't taken aback when my midwife said I needed to go on bed rest until we could further evaluate the problem tomorrow. And while we were on the phone, I certainly didn't ask her "What do you mean by bed rest?" and become utterly embarrassed because I should really know what that means -- no nothing until further notice!
So I am not sitting inside typing a Not Me! Monday post on an 80-degree and sunshiny day because I'm certainly not on bed rest until, at the earliest, my midwife can check things out tomorrow. No way, not me. And I am certainly thinking about the irony of how I'm stuck in my stupid chair writing a post on a beautiful day when I just posted a few days ago about how I will be missing in action this summer.
Oh, the irony. Good thing I can still laugh right now and concoct totally fun schemes in my head about what have my hubby do while I'm stuck in the chair or I'd be in miserable shape.
Oh, and speaking of fun schemes to at least get something good out of chair time, I am not totally thinking about how I soooo could put my hubby to the task of renting a chick flick for tonight since I cannot do anything else. And I will not pout and insist he watches it with me because, after all, I am soo stuck in this chair. No way! Not me.
** I'm sure things will be fine, and that bed rest is just a precautionary measure until we can rule out a few of the things that are serious. Please keep us in your prayers, and don't panic on our behalf. Because if it comes to the point of panicking, I'll have that in bag. :) **