No change to symptoms and another 7 days of bed rest means this girl has reached another milestone, 32 weeks! Baby is holding tight and I’m just holding on. Tuesday of this coming week will mark 8 weeks of bed rest. That is 2 solid months of laying down. When I quantify the time in this manner, it seems almost unfathomable.
I commend those other mothers who have gone through longer periods of bed rest, it really begins to weigh on you at this point. All this time has taken its tole on me mentally and physically. Mentally, all the hormones that are surging through your system, seemingly compound the negative feelings. So, when you all get to do is lay there and sort through them with limited resources it can be a bit mentally taxing. It may be beneficial to get up and take a walk, enjoy the sunshine or got meet a friend for lunch to fight those negative feelings, but I can’t. So I do my best to push them off until the next wave of emotions rips a new feeling to the forefront of your mind and you do it all over again. With that being said, how I’m coping physically is a different story.
I have never felt so strong whilst growing so weak. As many of you know, I am not a new mom, but I am a first-time mom carrying a child. Being in this position I have really felt the impact my willpower has had on the success of these last 2 months. The willingness to continue bed rest, despite the urge/impulse/desire to do otherwise, has been empowering in my role for our second child.
Physically, my body doesn’t feel like anything I’ve known before. When I get up and stand for the 5-7 minutes to take a shower, my legs are shaking under the weight I have gained and feel deprived from the muscle tone I’ve lost. I usually get out of breath rolling over in bed to switch from aching hip to aching hip, and I have started to do the quintessential “pregnant lady waddle” as I walk from bathroom to bed and back again. Be that as it may, I know everyday that baby stays put gives him or her a greater chance to arrive in this world healthier, stronger and able to fight just that much harder. So, stay baby stay, and we will meet when it’s the right day. Happy 32 weeks!