FOOTLOOSE AND FANCY FREE.

Yesterday marked 28 weeks.  And for the most part, it was boring as fuck.
There wasn't anything that I could do and what made it all worse was that the weather was an absolutely beautiful follow-up to a week of Hell on Earth.

To help soothe my ass-hurt feelings and expectations of summer, here is a list of things I am happy / excited / hopeful / (insert some other hopelessly positive word here) about:

*  It has been a full week since my last visit to the hospital.  If my record serves me well, I have another two weeks of freedom.

*  Some good friends (read:  "other" parents) sent me 1001 New York Times Crosswords in a book.  It took me a while, but I finished the first one.  By the time this baby grows up and has a job of his own, I bet I will still have some left to complete.

*  My Mum came for a visit today and we had come Chinese Food.  I introduced her to the St. Louis favorite St. Paul Sandwich.  I'm pretty sure you can't get it anywhere else.  Picture this:  Your favorite Egg Foo Young (sans the gravy) on white bread with Lettuce, Pickle, Tomato and Mayo.  You know you want it.

*  The September 14th Picnic "For No Reason" is still ON.  True, I will just sit there and bark orders at everyone, but it will be a good time and I will be out of the house.

*  Receiving gifts makes me uneasy.  My favorite thing is to buy my Hub awesome shit that he would never buy for himself.  Recently, I found out that one of my good friends is a dealer of something that is easily one of my Hub's favorite things.  My plan is to buy one of said things for my Hub and have it delivered to our home the day we come home with the baby.  I can't tell you what it is - on the off chance that the Hub reads this.  I'm not a fan of the "push present" that is often given to new mothers.  But, I am huge fan of the "servitude swag" that is given when a Hub is especially outstanding at taking care of a woman on bed rest.

I am taking these positive points as a solid sign that I am settling into bed rest.  It doesn't mean that bed rest is any easier, but that I have found constructive things to think about while I am trapped here.  In comparison with the last several weeks, I am "Movin' Right Along"