Bed Rest Be Gone!!

I am feeling obligated to blog so that no one thinks I am over here slitting my wrists. I am actually doing quite well, despite the natural thought process about my girls. The second week of baby classes was better--there was some useful information and I was able to keep the focus on the boy in my belly. And while I have been through a labor of sorts before, I really haven't been through labor and all it's glory and now I am sufficiently afraid. Maybe some day I will be brave enough to post my experience with our loss on here, but not today. No, not today, because today, I am off bedrest (imagine an 8 month pregnant woman in her thirties, with newly blonded hair dancing like an idiot singing, "I am off bedrest! I am off bedrest!).

It is not TOTALLY official, but it is official enough that I have gotten my hair done, gone to prenatal yoga, and experienced lunch in a restaurant. I am also planning on going to a friend’s for dinner. Am I pushing it? Unfortunately, I admit there is this horrible poetic justice where I do get unbelievably exhausted. I don't know if it is being 8 months pregnant, or the effect on my body of no activity for so long, but I find myself sometimes wanting to just hang on the couch, formerly my cell, even though I don't have too. I resist this. After all, I would like to get some strength back for what I now understand to be quite the grueling experience of labor. There are really no words to quite explain the bliss of hanging in the outside world.