Hospital Caroling...

Sung to the tune of 'Jingle Bells':

Sausage toes, sausage toes, swelling all the way

Oh what fun it is to wear flip flops in the snow - hey!

Sausage toes, sausage toes, swelling every day,

Oh what fun it is to wear flip flops in the snow.

Can't put on my shoes, my socks are really tight,

starting to get frustrated about my swelling plight.

I then look in the mirror and see a scary sight,

my face looks like a marshmallow, my skin is just as white!

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Sausage toes, sausage toes, swelling all the way

Oh what fun it is to wear flip flops in the snow - hey!

Sausage toes, sausage toes, swelling every day,

Oh what fun it is to wear flip flops in the snow.

Thank you for joining us today on Hospital Caroling with Amanda.  We have discovered that comedic relief really DOES work!

A

Mandatory Lazying...

For those of you wondering where in tarnation I've taken off to...

We had a lovely family Thanksgiving with Lance's family where I didn't have to lift a finger...because if I did try to help I got yelled at to return promptly to my bed rest throne (aka big overstuffed chair with ottoman). My MIL even pushed my bed rest throne up to the table so I could dine in complete comfort and please my doctors at the same time.

We managed to go and get our very first real Christmas tree on Sunday. I stayed in the car and read the paper after giving strict instructions to Lance and my MIL. Can I just say they did a GREAT job at picking a tree!? Kudos to Lance for resisting the urge to purchase the automatic tree watering system and to my FIL for sharing his apple cider with Bubbalu.

Pictures to come at a later date...

Over the weekend and into Monday I didn't feel so great. I got rather puffy...think sausage toes, squishy feet and marshmallow-ish face. LOVELY. Also started seeing stars and getting frequent throbbing headaches. Kinda scary. Off to the doctor on Tuesday the 2nd, where she took one look at me and ordered me to the hospital for bed rest.

And that is where I've been, at the hospital on bed rest, awaiting the delivery of our little girl. We don't know when delivery will be, which provides a fun constant source of nervous anticipation, hope and stress.

Our Bubbalu is having the time of his life, not at all traumatized with his Mommy being in the hospital. Both sets of Grandparents have lovingly opened their homes to him and like I already said, he's not exactly traumatized.

More than likely he won't want to return home once Mama gets all better and Baby Sister arrives. Mama is SO boring compared to doting Grandma's, Grandpa's, Aunties and Uncles.

He apparently is learning his letters, shapes, colors and new words, how to dance to 'Rocking Around The Christmas Tree', got to go on his inaugural swim in the cooled down hot tub, and is currently with Daddy, Uncle Alec and Mommy's parents watching the town lighted parade.

How can I compare to THAT!?

Like I said, coming home might be boring for him.

Although it is hard for me to be the patient instead of the OB Nurse, I am getting used to this mandatory lazying. I am viewing these last few weeks as prime baby incubator time and 'catch up on sleep and be rested for when I have a newborn' time.

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers, I will try to keep you posted...

A

What Do You DO All Day?

While on bed rest, what ELSE is there to do but elf yourself and your family?

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

We were elfed last year, but the country twang adds a whole new perspective.

Merry Christmas!

A