I meant to write yesterday but somehow bed rest is the most exhausting thing ever. It is strange how it should make me feel rested but all I really feel is tired. I feel asleep early last night which is absolutely crazy to me since I am exerting zero energy throughout the day unless you count lifting the remote control. This is what my day consists of; dragging myself out of my bed nest in the morning, standing in our ½ bath in the living room and brushing my teeth, then I put on a bra for all the movement I will be enduring throughout the day (ha!) then dragging myself back to my hole. This routine takes all of 3 minutes and strangely putting on my bra makes me feel like I can face the day (weird I know). By the way Biscuit my baby girl bulldog LOVES bed rest. She is so sweet and lazy. Karlis puts her beside me (very carefully) and she just snuggles in being careful not to touch my tummy. I think she maybe thinks I am doing this for her because she is in heaven. My rough manly men bulldogs Slim and Zamboni are way to rambunctious to lie around beside me gently all day. Must be a girl thing.
My spotting had almost completely stopped this morning and then a little bit ago it has started again worse than before and that makes being hopeful hard. I am not going to pretend things right now are not mentally tough. They are. Being positive is important but being realistic is also important. It is one of the toughest balances I think my family and I have had to try and reach. The cramping and bleeding keeps things more than realistic. But knowing how strong our embryos were keeps me optimistic. I truly go back and forth on what this outcome will be.
Tomorrow we go back to my RE office for blood work. They will check my progesterone and estrogen levels. Hopefully the estrogen has risen, but maybe not because I did not eat celery as directed by my crazy husband. As a bonus I get to shower tomorrow! Yay!
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