A Prisoner in my own bed

I'm writing this post from the confines of my bed right now thanks to a doctor's orders of "Bedrest". Yesterday I spent five hours in the ER after an ultrasound determined that I had a small hemorrhage line in the placenta. But the baby is fine. I watched her for about thirty minutes move all around, heart beating rapidly, grasping and kicking while the ultrasound tech took a million photos of the surrounding area.

I think secretly all pregnant women at some point wish for a couple days of bedrest. The fantasy of laying in your bed catching up on your sleep and being waited on hand and foot sounds really good in theory but now that I've done it for the first time for just a day and a half I realize that the reality of "bedrest" is not that much fun especially when you have a two and a half year old. I have a whole new respect for the women that have to spend the majority of their pregnancy on bedrest. I would go insane! But I guess you do it because it's worth it and you do anything you have to do to protect the little one!

I can't pick Jonah up and that's been really hard so he's laid in bed with me watching DVD's and pretending to take care of me and the baby. Yesterday he even put a french fry on my belly and said "Here you go baby!"

While I'm a prisoner in my own bed, Josh has been a wonderful husband and doing everything, playing for hours with Jonah, cooking, cleaning, washing all the clothes, going to the grocery store and running errands. I think he's a little exhausted! That's not to say Josh doesn't always help out but we usually share these responsibilities. Since I can't get up and play with Jonah, Josh had a brilliant idea while at the grocery store today and bought two flashlights for Jonah. So, we've been laying in bed playing our own flashlight version of chase on the ceiling and hide and seek.

I hope to get an appointment first thing in the morning with my doctor to have another ultrasound and hopefully get released from my two day sentence in bed!