House Arrest (Bed Rest)

I have decided that bed rest is for the birds (one of the many grandmaisms I have learned over the years). It really should be called house arrest, because no one will let me out of the house. It is so pathetic that I get excited to go to my doctors appointments every 1-2 weeks. I look forward to those and even find myself counting down the days. The worst part is that my wheat fields are a beautiful green right now and all I can see of them is what I get from the deck.

I spend a lot of time laying on the couch, surfing the internet (luckily for Ammon that does not include shopping), nap time is from 1-3, my sister-in-law Rachel typically comes over at 3:30 to entertain me for a while, and my parents and the TV entertain me until I go to bed. My dog Wiley does not leave my side the whole day and when I had yet another stay at the hospital last week he acted out and bit Lance in the head. I yearn to walk him and Ammon, Lance, and my mom yearn to have me be able to walk him as well. I guess you take things for granted until they are taken away.

One of the highlights of the last few weeks was being able to attend my baby shower. Don't worry I sat in one spot and did not move except to give a few hugs. I was able to get to see some of my friends that I don't get to see very often. My friend Jessica came down from Spokane and my other two friends, Sarah and Lauren, just so happened to be in town so I was able to see them as well. It was really good to catch up. Everyone was very generous and I am so thankful for all the good friends and family I have around me. The following picture is of the amazing diaper cake my extremely creative friend Sarah made me.