Well, as Greg said this morning, it seems I've ended up at home during what just might be two of the coldest weeks of the year. It's snowing again outside right now and the Tribune is reporting that this is the coldest winter in 8 years...and only getting worse.
As for me? Well, I'm still in bed, propped up on pillows with my laptop and a mug of hot water with lemon. It feels pretty ridiculous to still be in bed, and to have spent the last few mornings lounging around in bed, but it truly is the place where I can get in the most comfortable positions.
I'm still in a fair amount of pain. It's not too bad when I'm sitting or lying still, or just after a hot shower when my muscles are relaxed, but for the most part it's still incredibly painful to get up and down from the couch or bed and it's painful to simply stand up straight and walk around. I know that the doctors had to cut through a large span of my abdominal muscle wall and that is truly where all the pain is. I have no idea how long it's going to take those muscles to heal. I do have a follow up on Friday morning with the doctor who did the surgery so maybe she'll be able to tell me then.
I can hear the wind whistling around the house outside and, although the window in our bedroom is mostly frosted up with ice, there is a small patch through which I can see softly falling snowflakes. My day stretches out endlessly before me. There are moments when I feel inspired or productive and can work on writing but there are also long hours through the day when all I want to do is curl up and disappear into my book.
I'm pretty sure I can feel the baby kicking again, which is reassuring. I was definitely feeling it before the surgery but since then my stomach has been too swollen and painful to feel much of anything. But yesterday and this morning I've felt some pretty discernible little movements in there that could only be the baby. I can't wait to hear the heart beat again on Friday and know for sure that all is well.
