Don't say anything at all. Perhaps that's why I haven't blogged in over a month. I'm going to break that rule real quick...
Let's just say the isolation and removal from society is taking its toll on me. I was at home for seven weeks - May 19th through July 6. On July 7th I went into the hospital so today is day 13 of hospital bed rest... or as those all too familiar with it say, HBR.
I thought that being on bed rest at home was challenging, but it was a piece of cake compared to being in the hospital. At home I got to sit on the front porch in the morning and on the back porch in my hammock in the evening. I got to take bubble baths. I hung out with the sweetest kitty and puppy all day and got to sleep in my bed with my husband at night. I had TIVO!
Now, on HBR, I get to go to the bathroom, take a shower, and be pushed around in a wheelchair for 30 minutes a day. The rest of the time (the other 23 hours) I lay in a bed that has buttons and that makes air compression noises everytime I move. The lights above my head buzz, it's been overcast almost everyday I've been here, and the shower has a seat in it that I'm afraid to touch. I wear white support stockings so I don't get blood clots. I am asked humiliating questions multiple times per day and it doesn't matter who is in the room - they still ask. Nothing is personal anymore. And let's not even talk about the food.
Pros: I got the most beautiful flowers from Ashley, Dustin & baby Bryant and I cried when they delivered them! Talk about making my day...
And my mama brought these!
Puppy got to come visit mommy at the hospital!
It was so hot. We wuv the water from the decorative fountain...
The baby is absolutely perfect. Isn't that all that matters?! Yes, but I do feel better after showing off my beautiful flowers... and venting a little!

