Jane from L.A.: I'm not talking about the scary McDonald's underground drive-thru tunnel on Sunset and Crescent Heights (where I'm currently sitting). I do see sunlight and a breakfast burrito around the bend, but that's besides the point.
I'm talking about approaching term. I'm talking about the end of the hell that I've been living for the past 15 weeks. I'm talking about being able to walk around my new house and sit with Willa in her playroom while she pretend grills hamburgers and hot dogs and pretend feeds them to Elmo. I'm talking about real sunlight. I'm talking about hugging Joe standing up. I'll be 35 weeks on Saturday. I just left Dr. S's office where I saw an active 5 lb. Junior with a wonderful heartbeat. Joe, Doc and I cracked jokes. These weren't my dark, twisted, self-protective jokes I usually make in times of stress. These were happy jokes.
So, yes, baby seems to be doing well -- still tied in by a long string of nylon, still dancing and grooving, still nameless. And I'm getting to the uncomfortable, "poor me" stage of pregnancy. I complained yesterday and my mom reminded me about getting slapped ... and then served me a snack of chocolate covered pretzels instead.
Dr. S doesn't think he'll come next week, and if I make it to 36 weeks (which is like nine days from now) he'll remove the stitch and we'll see what happens. Bam.
So, there you go. I've attached a link to a video of a song that I've watched every day since Willa and I discovered it about 12 weeks ago. Is it Jason Mraz singing with Elmo and friends? Maybe. Is it juvenile and silly? Perhaps. Do the lyrics make me cry? Always. It's called "Outdoors." I encourage you to watch if you have two minutes. It'll make you smile. If not, here's what gets me:
All day I've been inside
And I've got the feeling
I'm trapped between the walls
And underneath the ceiling
I feel a bit off track
And now I'm trying to get back
Back in the cool, cool air
Where the sun is shining
Nothing's gonna stop me
It's all in the timing
It's finally again my turn
It's time to return
'Cause I won't stay inside
No more, no more
I cannot wait to go outdoors
McDonald's breakfast burritos are tasty. I said it.
Keep on keepin' on,
* "Notes from Bedrest" is a new column that features e-mails
from a mom who recently experienced bedrest. We are posting her e-mails
chronologically in the order she wrote them.