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Jon thinks it’s weird that I haven’t done a post about how I’m at home on bed rest but I think I haven’t yet because I don’t really know what to say about it and I think I’ve talked to most people who read my sad little blog anyway. Here’s the story at any rate:

A few weeks ago I went in for an ultrasound because my doctor said I was measuring kind of small. I thought this was a little bit fabulous since women with gestational diabetes have monster size babies and nothing I could find on the internet about measuring small mentioned complications. Silly internet, you can only find what you’re looking for.

I invited Jon to the ultrasound since we hadn’t seen the baby since we found out the gender, and I was really glad we were together as they ended up telling us that there was nearly no fluid in my uterus and they were sending me to labor and delivery where they would monitor his heart and then decide whether they would delivery him, admit me to the hospital, or send me home for bed rest. Talk about not what we expected! They also told us he was breech and wouldn’t be able to flip around unless there was more fluid to allow him to do so.

So pretty much they’ve sent me home where I drink loads of water and remain laying down or reclined and I have at least two ultrasounds week. I look forward to the appointments as a break from the house. My friends have been wonderful about coming to visit, to run errands, to bring or fix meals, and to send me care packages. WONDERFUL. This would be so much harder without them.

All my hard work of doing nothing has been paying off and my amniotic fluid, as of Friday, is almost at normal levels. My regular OB has been out of town this entire of time, but the doctor I’ve been meeting with said if it were up to him if I could maintain normal levels for a week or so I could go to once a week ultrasounds and maybe the baby would turn on his own.

I’m glad things are improving since two weeks ago we were looking at a really early arrival for Jacob, but now it’s looking more like he will be full term-ish. He’s not allowed to be late though because I can’t only handle so many weeks stuck on my bed. There are good days and bad; maybe I should say, there are parts of days that go better than others. I read, sleep, watch TV or DVDs and sometimes I’m content and other times I’m not so much. I like when the weather is good and I can leave the windows open and hear the noise from the street, but I also like when the weather is bad and I don’t feel like I’m missing anything by being indoors.

Read more about my condition here on the Baby Center website.