Bed rest + new baby.

So much happens in just a few weeks' time! Last weekend Trevor headed to his MBA residential retreat up in Arrowhead, and I survived (and enjoyed!) the weekend alone - part of it spent with my BFF, Mackenzie. All day Saturday, I scoured a few thrift stores as well as Target, to find some perfect decorations and accents to the baby room. On Saturday night, Mackenzie and I took a hammer to the nails and started to hang art, arrange furniture, and get the room in order! I was SO proud of our work - all the while afraid I had worked us both to the bone. Mackenzie is (secretly) 11 weeks pregnant, and I was at 32 weeks...not an ideal day for two women growing human beings in their bellies. But I kept thinking of all of the women who had come before me, worked in the fields, and given birth without drugs. I could be tough like them too!

[Some of that sweat and sore was worth it to see my husband's excitement when he came home and saw the room. What joy!]

Fast forward to Monday, and my bro and sis in law, Jeff and Jamie, went into labor! It was a looong night and day, but when we got the text at 4am on Tuesday that Madelyn Mae had arrived, I could not sleep and got Trevor out of bed and on the road to Saddleback hospital by 5am. Hee hee. Maddie Mae is just too cute, big cheeks and sweet heart. I couldn't help but cry when I met her, knowing that would be us in just 2 short months.

Then fast forward again to Wednesday of this week, as I entered the midwife's office telling my husband how tired and swollen I felt, though tears. Just as I was in the middle of my sudden emo rant, my midwife walked it and sympathetically said "what's going on?" I told her my preggo woes, and she immediately said "I'm giving you the week off." I was shocked. Floored. She was putting me on bed rest the rest of the week.

So as I lay here in bed - feet up, daytime tv on - I find myself learning more lessons. Here's what it boils down to:

• I must listen to my body. If I'm tired, I should sit. I should pamper myself. When I pamper myself, I'm pampering my baby.
• I am not alone. Every mom-to-be has to slow down and stay well.
• I am not a wimp. I am still kicking butt at this pregnancy even though I need some rest. Everyone has their limits! 
• God has got me. I need to trust Him more and more, knowing that I'm doing his work by making this babe. 

Lessons to continue learning. Exciting things everyday!