I know this is going to be just thrilling for you to read, but in case you're wondering what life on BR is like...
I've been sleeping downstairs in our guest suite for some time now. First because of the oppressive heat, now because my OB said that if I'm going to do any stairs, I only can only do them once a day, so I just live downstairs now because it's easier.
After I get up, DH pops his head in each morning to see if I'm ready for breakfast (I always am)
He makes me my first breakfast, brings it to me in bed, brings me fresh water and my day of snacks and goes and makes my lunch for the day (I'm not allowed to do any food prep). Then he's off to work. :(
I start my day... TV on, checking e-mails/voicemail messages, talk on the phone, cruise around online ordering anything I can that can possibly save DH errands (latest: stamps). Fold any laundry that DH has done and brought to me.
At some point, I have to get up to go to the bathroom. I do this quite a bit and it's the most I'm up all day.
At some point, I bathe. Sitting in the tub.
I head to the kitchen to eat lunch, usually picking up the mail (a daily highlight) on the way.
Afternoon nap (sometimes)
Now that we have the nursery set up next to the guest room and we brilliantly got a high backed glider/recliner, I can now camp out in there for a change of scenery to lay and read and listen to the Ipod player, play with my Ipad...
DH comes home and makes dinner and I move to the couch in the family room, which is open to the kitchen, so we can catch up on his day. If he has to work late, I go and get something to eat that he has prepared for me.
Repeat for the next three months...
I've been sleeping downstairs in our guest suite for some time now. First because of the oppressive heat, now because my OB said that if I'm going to do any stairs, I only can only do them once a day, so I just live downstairs now because it's easier.
After I get up, DH pops his head in each morning to see if I'm ready for breakfast (I always am)
He makes me my first breakfast, brings it to me in bed, brings me fresh water and my day of snacks and goes and makes my lunch for the day (I'm not allowed to do any food prep). Then he's off to work. :(
I start my day... TV on, checking e-mails/voicemail messages, talk on the phone, cruise around online ordering anything I can that can possibly save DH errands (latest: stamps). Fold any laundry that DH has done and brought to me.
At some point, I have to get up to go to the bathroom. I do this quite a bit and it's the most I'm up all day.
At some point, I bathe. Sitting in the tub.
I head to the kitchen to eat lunch, usually picking up the mail (a daily highlight) on the way.
Afternoon nap (sometimes)
Now that we have the nursery set up next to the guest room and we brilliantly got a high backed glider/recliner, I can now camp out in there for a change of scenery to lay and read and listen to the Ipod player, play with my Ipad...
DH comes home and makes dinner and I move to the couch in the family room, which is open to the kitchen, so we can catch up on his day. If he has to work late, I go and get something to eat that he has prepared for me.
Repeat for the next three months...
2 comments:
Sounds familiar! Hang in there!
Awww hun, sounds boring but keep your eye on the prizes! I just finished reading Bed Rest by Sarah Bilston, check it out if you have kindle or amazon. It was pretty entertaining and sounds so much like what you're going through right now.
-ocw2010/Diane
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