Bedrest is interesting. It's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be, although I'm not really enjoying it either. I fully expected that this much inactivity would make me really uncomfortable, being in the same positions all the time. That hasn't happened, thankfully. And I'm not really all that bored (yet) thanks to my handy-dandy laptop, books, movies, and, of course, the God of TV. It requires much sacrifice of our time. :P I'm 35 weeks today. We're going to the doctor's tommorow for an ultrasound to check Will's size, and we're both really excited about that. The following Monday, we're going in for a check-up and she's going to re-evaluate my condition to see if I still need to be on bedrest. Please, Lord, please take pity on us! I doubt she'll continue it, seeing as I'll be 36 weeks. The hospital nurses and the on-call doctor caring for me said that after 36 weeks they'd just let me have him if I started labor. Even on this constant medication to prevent contractions, I still get occasional twinges of low level, consistent cramping in my utereus. It's not full on contractions and doesn't last very long at all, so I don't worry about it. It's just surprising it happens. Behold the power of my utereus! It overcomes all! It really wouldn't surprise me at all if I go into labor after I'm off the terbutaline and it's out of my system. Starting next Monday, things could get very interesting. I think I'm going to have to change our poll; it's still asking if he'll be born this year or next.

    Steve is handling being a house-husband pretty well, if I do say so myself.  I think this is a really great experience for him, because now he knows what it's like for me (sort of). He was talking to his dad yesterday and Craig asked if Steve was enjoying his "vacation." Steve laughed and said he'd be doing less work at work. Yup. I'd say he's getting it. And I don't even have to eat pasta for every meal. For those of you who don't know Steve that well, the man could live on pasta. Literally. Whenever I ask him what he wants for dinner, I can expect "pasta" in response 9 times out of 10. The Atkins diet would never dream of even setting foot in our household. Of course, I don't make pasta as often as he wants it. That would be just plain WRONG! :)

    The dogs have handled this whole thing a lot better than I thought they would. I figured they'd be their normal selves at home. For the most part, they are, but with a few little changes. They both seem really concerned that I never get up and do anything. One of them is always in the room with me (even the bathroom), and a lot of times they will curl up at the foot of the couch I'm on to keep a better eye on me. The most surprising thing is they are less hyper-aware of strange noises and people going by then usual. There have been several times lately people have walked by or our neighbors have made a racket out in the yard and the dog's don't go haywire. It's amazing. There may be a little bit of growling, a half-hearted bark or two, but that's all. Very interesting. I've noticed with Tippy particularly that if she's on the couch with me and sees something going by, if I pet her she's much, MUCH calmer. But she has to be already pretty close and getting attention or it doesn't work as well. She just needs to be a lapdog sometimes, I guess. Things are going to be mighty interesting when we're bringing home Will. I know we'll all adjust, but it'll be really interesting for a couple of weeks.