Time to Regain the Motherly Confidence

OK. I am breathing normally again after a draining week. Mark had the entire weekend off (yeah!) and we spent it eating tasty foods, watcing many movies (good and bad), and relaxing with some friends who just moved back to the area after a year in Thailand. It was nice. Especially the venting part. Maya and I got to swap stories about how ridiculous it is that doctors scare he crap out of you for evidently no reason sometimes!

Mark and I are pretty convinced that my problems came about because I over do it. End of story. We all know how I am. Did I hike for 4 1/2 hours over Memorial Day Weekend? Yes. Do I tend to save the bulk of the housework for 1 day of the week (including all of the laundry, grocery shopping, etc)? Yes. Did the doctor tell me to stop walking our 2 ginormous dogs during my 1st trimester? Yes. Did I listen? No.

I will admit I have had a tendency to keep going and going until my legs froze up or swelled up until I couldn't stand. The fact that I was totally out of shaped when I got pregnant doesn't help I don't think. My concern has been inactivity. I have worried that I'll be that lady who just can't push anymore because I'm out of shape and spent too much time laying around during pregnancy. Unfortunately, it got the best of me.

At least I'm not so worried about going into labor early anymore. Mark had been wonderful and has settled in to a routine of laundry, dishes, vaccuuming, etc before he goes to work. Admittedly, the house looks better these days. :) My parents stop by to take the dogs now and then so they can run to exhaustion on the farm (it's nice).

I have had plenty of time to read and plan. Well, I'm actually planning to plan right now, if that makes any sense. We're trying to decide on how we're going to have the baby, get to the hospital, take care of the doggies, deal with daily activities the first few weeks after baby arrives, etc in a) the ideal circumstances, b) if something goes somewhat awry, and c) if things go terribly wrong. So far the plan is looking something like this: 1. Hypnobirthing, epidural, c-section. 2. Mark, my mom, an ambulance. 3. Mark, my parents, my parents. 4. Pre-made meals Mark can thaw and throw in the oven and all else falls on his shoulders; the generosity of friends and family; Papa Johns is on speed dial, the dishes can wait, dogs will have to walk themselves (hehe).