Still Alive

Just wanted to let you all know we're still alive. One thing I haven't posted about here yet is that right now, I'm 22 weeks pregnant. Yes, you read that right. I'm due June 25 with a baby boy--the newest member of our little family. About two weeks ago, we went for our 20-week anatomy scan and while everything was perfect for baby boy, they discovered my cervix was shortening, just as it had when I was pregnant with P&F. They recommended I go on bedrest immediately and signed me up that week for a surgery known as a cerclage, where they essentially stitch your cervix shut.

Last weekend, I had the surgery (which went fine), and since then, I've just been spending a lot of time at home, in bed or on the couch. Poor Eric has been doing all the hard work around here. I won't lie, it sucks. Bedrest is a total mind game. I think I said this during bedrest the first time around that one of the things that helps are all my years of marathon training (ironic given they are total opposites of the energy expenditure spectrum).

Those seasons out in the sun, running mile after mile, taught me how to face long challenges in small increments in intervals and keep the feeling of getting to the finish line in mind when things get rough. That's what I've been trying to do, take it day by day and not think about the fact that I could be on bedrest until June. The first two weeks are the hardest, usually filled with lots of frustration and tears, so I'm hoping that by the end of next week, things will start to feel like a new normal. (I also have a dr's appointment next Friday to check the status of my stitch, and there's a small chance they could lift a few restrictions, but I'm not getting my hopes up yet.)

Anyway, so now you know where I am. Before bedrest, we did try to pack in as many activities as possible, which is one reason we went to Lancaster. I guess I always knew bedrest would be a possibility again. We also went to the Washington Auto Show a few weekends back. It was quite an adventure. The kids got to sit in a few cars and meet some of their favorite characters.

And Eric and I learned a painful lesson: Sometimes 2.5-year olds still need a stroller.

Now that I have more time on my hands, I'll try to update more often.