A Return to "Normal"

I had a great doctor's appointment yesterday! Baby weighs 1lb 6oz and I saw him stick his fingers in his mouth! :) I guess there's not much else to do in there.

My doctor was very pleased with my progress and noted that nothing had changed since my minor surgery. He cleared me to go back to work pending this is what I wanted to do. However, he still instructed me to get as much rest as possible. Basically aside from work I'm still on restriction from housework, shopping trips, etc. BUT I can leave the house 3 days out of the week and this is a victory, even if it is small!

Okay so back to work...I decided that after working from home for majority of February, and seeing the kind of Bull-ish I was going to have to put up with from my employer I quickly told the doctor that I wanted to return to work for as long as I could. So starting Monday I'll be working three days a week in the office and two days a week at home.

However, I as lay here resting, I wonder if I made the right decision. I was so sure of my decision yesterday and was even happy to return to a somewhat normal life. But now I'm starting to have doubts. At the end of the day I just want to do right by my little one. Of course I don't want the stress of work as this is not healthy for anyone especially a pregnant woman.

I guess the only comfort in this situation is knowing that I hold the key to what I want. If I tell my doctor I no longer wish to work in the office due to the stress or the long drive (45min to 1 hour one way) then VIOLA! I'm back at home still working and being productive (but also being micro-managed).

Either way, I'm just going to pray for the next 12 weeks to fly by and that I have an uneventful pregnancy during that time. I am truly happy to be able to do a little bit more moving around.

24 weeks and 1 day! One milestone down, and three more to go! (28 weeks, 37, and then happy birthday to my little one!)

The Ups and Downs

It was only last Friday that I learned I would be on bed rest for the duration of my pregnancy. While I had my concerns especially since my doctor informed me that the next step is a nice cozy hospital room, I took the news in stride. My only concern at that point was what would my employer do...see I'd already been working from home for two weeks and I just wanted to know if this could continue or if I would have to go on short-term disability.

I tried not to give it much thought and attempted to enjoy the holiday weekend. But of course I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen come Tuesday.

Finally! Tuesday has arrived and as far as I'm concerned I'm glad to be looking at the back of Tuesday's head watching him wave good-bye! Sigh...yup it was one of those doggy down days.

The good news: I can continue to work from home! So no short-term disability. The bad news: along with working from home comes stress and frustration and oh, let's not forget our good old friend Ms. Micro-Manager. Ugh!

Needless to say a lot of tears were shed today trying to explain how I felt to those close to me. Unfortunately, I'm starting to get the feeling that though family may empathize and sympathize and try to understand the stress of work, ultimately, they have their own opinion of what they think is best (i.e., continuing to work for the next 3.5 months). And of course this is in direct contrast to what I feel is best.

Personally since I am the one carrying a little one, I feel that my opinion is the only one that matters. But I must admit it really sucks feeling like no one truly understands what your going through. At the end of the day stress and frustration are not good for anyone but especially a pregnant woman on bed rest.

I guess for now I'll take it one day at a time and see what happens but I can't help but feel that maybe, just maybe I could make a better decision for myself and my little one.

The Name of the Game: Sacrifice!

You know, I never thought I'd be able to have a child. Don't ask why, I guess it was just one of those feelings that resonate deep in your gut. You know the feeling.....Needless to say, I hoped and prayed that I'd be a mama one day and more importantly give hubby a son.

Well, BAM! Six months after we get married, I find out that I'm pregnant. Of course this didn't stop me from worrying but I tried to let go and let God. So appointment after appointment little one hung in there and my fears slowly disappear.

Naturally after I became confident that enough that baby was going to be fine I went shopping! And did even more shopping once I found out that little one was a BOY! :) Yup, Hubby got what he wanted and of course was over the moon.

Everything was going well until Feb. 4th when I got put on bed rest. Now, I won't go into details, but I just knew that this was nothing serious and that I'd be up and running again in no time. HA! What's the saying..."when you make plans God laughs"...or something like that. Anyway fast forward 14 days and a minor procedure and my doctor informs me that I'll be on bed rest until my little one comes.

Honestly, I'm okay. I've been working from home and hopefully I can continue to do so. Now I could sit here and be salty about not being able to clean up around the house, cook for myself, come and go whenever I please, set up the nursery, etc. But why dwell on the negative? The most important thing in life to me right now is my child. So whatever I have to do to get him here safe then best believe I'll do it! It's called sacrifice and I guess I better start getting used to it.

Do I wish I had a run-of-the-mill pregnancy...SURE! But it just wasn't the hand I was dealt. Hubby said it best...When encountering adversity face it head on, don't run from it but persevere through it. Faith is developed during the process of such endurance and that belief can serve as a catalyst for you overcoming your trials and tribulations. Don't skip the process because in the PROCESS there is POWER. Yup gotta love a man of God. I know that once this is all said and done it'll be worth it. And quite frankly, this has not discouraged me from having more children. At least in the future I know what I'll be dealing with and hopefully there won't be anymore surprises.

So, if you wanna pay me a visit...I'll be home! LOL..til next time :)

The Name of the Game: Sacrifice!

So I'm giving you all fair warning most of my blogs from henceforth will be about me and my little one. Sorry but these days that's all that's on my mind.

You know, I never thought I'd be able to have a child. Don't ask why, I guess it was just one of those feelings that resonate deep in your gut. You know the feeling.....Needless to say, I hoped and prayed that I'd be a mama one day and more importantly give hubby a son.

Well, BAM! Six months after we get married, I find out that I'm pregnant. Of course this didn't stop me from worrying but I tried to let go and let God. So appointment after appointment little one hung in there and my fears slowly disappear.

Naturally after I became confident that enough that baby was going to be fine I went shopping! And did even more shopping once I found out that little one was a BOY! :) Yup, Hubby got what he wanted and of course was over the moon.

Everything was going well until Feb. 4th when I got put on bed rest. Now, I won't go into details, but I just knew that this was nothing serious and that I'd be up and running again in no time. HA! What's the saying..."when you make plans God laughs"...or something like that. Anyway fast forward 14 days and a minor procedure and my doctor informs me that I'll be on bed rest until my little one comes.

Honestly, I'm okay. I've been working from home and hopefully I can continue to do so. Now I could sit here and be salty about not being able to clean up around the house, cook for myself, come and go whenever I please, set up the nursery, etc. But why dwell on the negative? The most important thing in life to me right now is my child. So whatever I have to do to get him here safe then best believe I'll do it! It's called sacrifice and I guess I better start getting used to it.

Do I wish I had a run-of-the-mill pregnancy...SURE! But it just wasn't the hand I was dealt. Hubby said it best...When encountering adversity face it head on, don't run from it but persevere through it. Faith is developed during the process of such endurance and that belief can serve as a catalyst for you overcoming your trials and tribulations. Don't skip the process because in the PROCESS there is POWER. Yup gotta love a man of God. I know that once this is all said and done it'll be worth it. And quite frankly, this has not discouraged me from having more children. At least in the future I know what I'll be dealing with and hopefully there won't be anymore surprises.

So, if you wanna pay me a visit...I'll be home! LOL..til next time :)

Out with the Old and Into the New

Hey folks! So I hate to be a Debbie Downer or Negative Nelly today in my blog post but I need to vent. Feel free to click the 'x' and move on...trust me I won't be offended.

So I'm starting to realize some relationships that I held in a high regard are crumbling from the foundation. When this happens it really makes you wonder what was it built on in the first place and why you invested so much time and energy into the relationship. I mean it could be my emotionally charged pregnancy hormones, but I feel some type of way! GRRR!

I mean for real for real, I feel as though a lot of my relationships are not reciprocal. There's no give and take on both ends. I find that I'm the one giving and these "friends" are just taking. Well you know what in 2011, I just can't do it no more! I'm truly starting to see things differently and for most folks in my life its not a good look. Some have already been cut off and believe me more cuts are on the way.

Okay moving on...I still hate my job! Ugh! Though I have some hopeful prospects on the horizon so I'm hoping that in the next couple of weeks I'll hear those magically two words YOU'RE HIRED! I definitely need a change because I'm going crazy here!

Okay moving on again....as I go further into my pregnancy journey I'm starting to realize that things that seemed so important prior to preggo-ness are just not anymore. I won't give specific examples, but let's just say I plan on lightening my load very soon. I'm about to take on a huge responsibility and probably the most important one I'll ever have...raising a child. So sorry stuff I used to think was important. You'll be taking a back seat to my little one. HE needs me way more than you do.

Okay I'm done being Suzy Sourpuss....at least for now! :)

Til next time bloggers!