Still on house arrest

One of my girlfriends has coined my current situation "house arrest" which I much prefer, rather than referring to the predicament as "bed rest" because I feel like I'm imprisoned. My BP was the best it's ever been yesterday at my OB appointment, though, so I guess it's helping with my stress load a bit. I don't know, I feel awfully stressed that I can't just get up and go! When I leave the house occasionally it feels like a well earned hot fudge sundae after 3 months worth of strict contest dieting for a show. (Again, why is it always food with me? Sensing a theme here.)
Seriously, I'm all about taking care of this sweet lil' boy growing like a well fed baby pig inside me, but sitting on my butt until my tail bone is sore from the pressure of my fat butt pressing in, and the weight of my placenta, fluid, and baby pressing out, is not my idea of "rest" in any way shape or form. I'm squirming and shifting around all day trying to keep my legs from getting restless, or going numb, and my back from aching. Dear lord, I need a massage. I've decided I much prefer the feeling of DOMS after a few grueling leg workouts with Denny ( my trainer, whom I haven't seen in three months, and most likely I won't see for another 7 months...if ever... since the gym that he trains at is the one Adam and I both hate, and can't wait to have fulfilled the contractual obligation to in no less than 8 days. WOO HOO! But alas, I will miss Denny, even though I often hate him during my listless sprints around the track because he's beat the ba-jesus out of me already). O can't wait to get back to working out! Am I back to griping about bed rest again?
That's besides the point. I had my medical ultrasound ( have to be clear about that since we did the 4-D thing the other night which is entirely for "cosmetic" purposes, if you will) and as I said earlier, another OB appointment yesterday. I met with the other Dr. in the practice I go to...and I LOVED her. So much that I'm actually feeling guilty about wanting to switch to her. I like my doc, but she just seems to have her head in the game so much more. She was very thorough, addressed questions I didn't even know I had and seemed very concerned that I hadn't been sent for another rhogam shot since I've had bleeding in the past three weeks. Quote convo:
Dr. LRL: "You're Rh-, have you had a rhogam shot since the bleeding started?"
Me: "No, was I supposed to?"
Dr. LRL: "You are Rh- aren't you?"
Me: "Yes"
Dr. LRL: "Did you know you were Rh-?"
Me: "Yes"
Dr. LRL (talking about other doc): "Does he know you're Rh-"
Me: "Well, I certainly hope so, since he IS my doctor. It concerns me that you know that, and are concerned...and if he doesn't, well I'm in trouble than aren't I?"
Awkward.
Dr. LRL:" Let's get you up to the hospital to get that shot."
Atta girl...re-direct that and just address the problem. That just puts her in a weird situation :) I would certainly hope my doc knows I'm Rh-, since originally when I came to him it was right after the last miscarriage and he sent me right over to get rhogam, just in case. With that said he may not be connecting that I'm the same patient...not a positive thought. She decided that I still needed to be on bed rest until they see some upward movement of the placenta, and I have absolutely no bleeding at all for a few weeks.
I guess I felt kind of guilty for not even thinking about the fact that since I was bleeding there was a possibility that baby could be in danger (hemolytic disease) which nothing appears to be wrong...but who knows if I wouldn't have gone yesterday to get that shot. Adam has a positive blood type, and since we won't know if baby is also negative like me, or positive like his dad, not something we want to mess with. O GEESH...can I just have a simple boring pregnancy? I will appreciate this lil' guy even more if he makes me work for him the whole time, right?
Note to god...I already feel incredibly blessed...first for all of the wonderful things that have happened in my life the past 6 years, for my already existing two beautiful children, my one in a million husband who is my completion, and the wonderful life we have built together, and the one we have yet to live, but also for giving us the lil' boy that we both dreamed about having. Thank you! Now, just by chance....can we cease the challenges?
My ultrasound was at 3 yesterday, it was 4:30 by the time I left the Dr's office. I had to head up to the hospital for my shot, which thankfully is near the kids school, and our home because I sat there waiting to get my shot in the rear of rhogam until 5:45. I had to leave( without getting shot) to go get the kids from after school activities, figured if I didn't feed them I'd have to listen to their grumbling the whole time we were waiting at the hospital, so I took them to dinner, across the street from the hospital at Chili's. That satisfied them, thankfully, so it was back over to the hospital to wait (everyone decided to have babies yesterday, so it was busy up there) . They were ready for me, since I had already been there once, so we were in and out within 30 to 45 minutes, but we still didn't get home until 8~! So much for "house arrest" yesterday. I did spend most of that time sitting though, so I guess it qualifies...and I was lucky enough to get out of the house. The poor dogs were bursting at the seams! ( Actually I found out the new guy can't hold it as long as our Daisy...poor guy. I couldn't be mad at him though, even though he left a pretty disgusting mess for me to clean up. I had actually been gone since just after 1:30 since I had to drop Adam off at the airport around 2, and they hadn't been out that whole time, so who else can I blame but me.)
Since Adam is gone this weekend for a funeral, it's just the kids, the dogs and I. Planning to finish my piece of the operating plan for our newest campaign at work (bleck! Not my favorite thing to do). Possibly take the kids to see Harry Potter. It's been a tradition with the three of us since the first one came out. We usually go opening night and make it a really big deal, we get excited about it months before it's release usually. Like we know the actual date it's going to be released and count down for months before excited. This time was no exception, but it was overshadowed by pregnancy problems, so we didn't get to go yet. Maybe tomorrow night????? We'll see how I'm doing...even though I'm not really "supposed to" be up doing anything. It's not really up and running around, so I'm allowing myself. It'll feel like two hot fudge sundaes! ;)