Free From the Clink

So last week I was on full bed rest.  Like, the whole enchilada.  I was in bed for what felt like my whole life.  I watched The Food Network all the time.  Played lots of rounds of Words With Friends and kept up to date on Twitter and Facebook.  But because I was in bed and was feeling sorry for myself, I didn't blog or post anything on any of my usual social media sights.

It was Pity Party in the USA. Blah.

It started out last Monday morning when I started to bleed.  I was able to send Ethan off to school with a neighbor.  Once I made it to the hospital, though, the bleeding started to slow down and almost stopped by the time Jonathan met me there.  Blythe's heartbeat remained strong and healthy.  More importantly, I wasn't having any contractions.  After a blessing and being checked out by the nurses, I was released.  And sent to bed.

It was a long week.

You do a lot of thinking on bed rest.  It has been a hard pregnancy.  There has been a lot to worry about almost from conception.  It feels almost overwhelming at times with all the worry that it has almost been difficult to enjoy the joy.

And there has been a lot of joy.  So much joy.  I am almost six months along this week and though there are still concerns to consider, I want to enjoy the rest of my pregnancy. I want to relish every kick and bump, and all her personality -- because she sure has a lot of it.

It's good to be off bed rest.  And it's good to be free from worry.  It would also be good to be from a little girl pushing against my belly button, but it's okay.