Who Loves Bedrest?
Eli. He's in love with bedrest. All day he's like, "Are we really getting on the bed again? This is SO awesome, mama! How come we don't do it all the time? Are you going to do it again tomorrow? This totally RULES! I mean, this ROCKS MY WORLD. Wait, wait, don't get up! Don't get up! Oh? You're just going to the bathroom? Okay then. Oh! What's that?? Is that some chicken my other mama brought to you? Did you know I love chicken? Oh my God. I've died and gone to Eli-heaven. In the bed all day, snuggling, and you're going to let me eat this piece of chicken too? You are totally the best! Can we do this every day from now on? How come we never did this before? Oh-purr-purr-purr.... love... this...."
Whereas me, not such a fan. I've read a lot so far. Three books, four magazines, numerous websites, played backgammon against the computer so much I may have gotten sick of it, something I didn't really think was possible. I've nearly spent $1,000,000 on iTunes, but so far have managed to only spend two bucks (Beast of Burden, Rolling Stones and 3Rs, Jack Johnson [and can anyone explain why I like this song from the freaking Curious George soundtrack so damn much?? It goes through my head all day. Reduce, resuse, recycle! Because three is a magic number! Arg!]). We have food coming in from all quarters, which is great because to say Partner was stressed about doing the shopping and cooking is an understatement. Visitors come by. My mother is braving her fear of the expressway to come see me tomorrow. (We just need her to bring a third and maybe a fourth so we could play some Mah Jong.)
I can't tell you how much the positive stories have helped. I'm intermittently spotting now so hopefully I'll be all healed up by the time we go in again on Sunday (Sunday!).
I guess I'm back to my book and the cat. He probably misses already.