The Quest to become the most boring person within my zip code… in 32 days or less!
June 1, 2009 (Monday)
It’s the first day of the month… and I’m missing work. Great! I had an appointment scheduled with my doctor this afternoon. Aside from feeling more tired than usual all the time, I was feeling ok. No more blood since yesterday so all’s good. I was confident she would give me the go ahead to go to work tomorrow.
And I was right. She just asked me to continue taking my medication, reducing frequency to twice a day.
MG wanted to go to the mall after our doctor’s appointment but for some reason, I was feeling very tired and wasn’t in the mood to go walking around so I asked to be brought home. I should have taken the opportunity! I didn’t know it was the last sanctioned mall trip I could take for a long time!
We ended up going straight home.
NOTE: In retrospect, I should have gone to the mall... I never realized that this was the last time I could have gone in a long time :(
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Tales of the Bored - Day 2
The Quest to become the most boring person within my zip code… in 32 days or less!
May 31, 2009 (Sunday)
I woke to the sound of my phone beeping. I had 2 messages. One from sister sending a photo of my niece, Helaena (she really is turning out so cute!) and one from my mom asking me if we were going to church. I reminded her that I was ordered to go on bed rest so no.
My housekeeper was out for most of the day so I had to prepare my own breakfast. The bleeding stopped so I felt well enough to go downstairs and eat. After eating, I took the medicine I was prescribed yesterday. The resident warned me that heart palpitation is a possible side effect of the drug. I wasn’t told that it would make you very, very, very sleepy as well. The kind that you couldn’t fight. So I spent the morning knocked out. I was supposed to take the medicine 3 times a day so I took another one early in the afternoon. This time, the side effect wasn’t so bad, I just felt very tired but I was able to spend time watching TV with my husband.
I asked him if he wanted to go to the mall alone to get those mud guards he wanted for his bike. No sense for both of us to go out of our minds with boredom. I was hoping he would go because I wanted him to get a few things for me, but he told me he wasn’t in the mood to go to the mall. I guess he didn’t want to leave me alone until the housekeeper returns from her day off.
May 31, 2009 (Sunday)
I woke to the sound of my phone beeping. I had 2 messages. One from sister sending a photo of my niece, Helaena (she really is turning out so cute!) and one from my mom asking me if we were going to church. I reminded her that I was ordered to go on bed rest so no.
My housekeeper was out for most of the day so I had to prepare my own breakfast. The bleeding stopped so I felt well enough to go downstairs and eat. After eating, I took the medicine I was prescribed yesterday. The resident warned me that heart palpitation is a possible side effect of the drug. I wasn’t told that it would make you very, very, very sleepy as well. The kind that you couldn’t fight. So I spent the morning knocked out. I was supposed to take the medicine 3 times a day so I took another one early in the afternoon. This time, the side effect wasn’t so bad, I just felt very tired but I was able to spend time watching TV with my husband.
I asked him if he wanted to go to the mall alone to get those mud guards he wanted for his bike. No sense for both of us to go out of our minds with boredom. I was hoping he would go because I wanted him to get a few things for me, but he told me he wasn’t in the mood to go to the mall. I guess he didn’t want to leave me alone until the housekeeper returns from her day off.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Tales of the Bored - Day 1
The Quest to become the most boring person within my zip code… in 32 days or less!
I initially wanted to call this “Becoming the most boring person in the WORLD!” or something like that but I know exaggerating a bit. I’m sure there are other people out there more boring than I am (I hope!).
May 30, 2009 (Saturday)
The day started out like most of my Saturdays. I woke up, reminded my housekeeper to take out the trash, had breakfast, drank my milk, took my vitamins and crashed into the couch to watch cartoons while waiting for MG to wake up. As I was lying there, several things were going through my head: My hair is long overdue for a trim and I really should get my hair blow dried at the salon for the wedding this afternoon; I wonder if I have enough time to get a manicure and pedicure as well?; Reminder to self, greet El today. Plans, plans, plans. Little did I know that none of these were to happen because my life was about to change in just a few minutes.
In the middle of sitcom reruns on Star World, I went to the bathroom and that was when I found out.
I rushed upstairs, woke my husband and told him. Always the… um… calm person that he is, he took this book we had been reading (What to Expect When You’re Expecting by Heidi Murkoff), opened it to the page that says that bleeding is normal for some people during their second and third trimesters, and handed it to me. He then got up and went about his morning routine and told me we were seeing my doctor in the afternoon (since her clinic hours start at 1:00PM). His calm reaction and the book’s rational explanation reassured me so I just decided to lie down with my feet up. However, panic began to well up as I lay there alone with my thoughts. I have been feeling pain, like pre-menstrual cramps, the past few days including that morning. So I did what I usually do when I’m having anxiety attacks… I called my mom.
When she picked up, I asked her if she thinks bleeding is normal when you’re past your 4th month of pregnancy (of course, I believe that mommy knows everything!). All I wanted to hear was for her to say “Yes” so I can go back to enjoying my Saturday in peace. But she said “Of course not! Why?” in a tone that was slightly alarmed. Hearing her made me panic again and I told her what was happening. She scolded me for not going to the hospital immediately and told me that she’s meeting me at the emergency room in a few minutes.
So my husband and I got dressed and drove to the hospital where I spent a few hours alone in the Labor Room under observation, while my mom, my stepfather, and my husband waited outside. I was asked if I wanted to be admitted for further observation but by that time, the bleeding has stopped and I felt fine so I told them no. I was given medication, instructions to go on bed rest for a few days, and was asked to see my doctor again on Monday. With that, we left the hospital.
I wasn’t able to attend my friend’s wedding that afternoon. Sorry Chinx! :(
I initially wanted to call this “Becoming the most boring person in the WORLD!” or something like that but I know exaggerating a bit. I’m sure there are other people out there more boring than I am (I hope!).
May 30, 2009 (Saturday)
The day started out like most of my Saturdays. I woke up, reminded my housekeeper to take out the trash, had breakfast, drank my milk, took my vitamins and crashed into the couch to watch cartoons while waiting for MG to wake up. As I was lying there, several things were going through my head: My hair is long overdue for a trim and I really should get my hair blow dried at the salon for the wedding this afternoon; I wonder if I have enough time to get a manicure and pedicure as well?; Reminder to self, greet El today. Plans, plans, plans. Little did I know that none of these were to happen because my life was about to change in just a few minutes.
In the middle of sitcom reruns on Star World, I went to the bathroom and that was when I found out.
I rushed upstairs, woke my husband and told him. Always the… um… calm person that he is, he took this book we had been reading (What to Expect When You’re Expecting by Heidi Murkoff), opened it to the page that says that bleeding is normal for some people during their second and third trimesters, and handed it to me. He then got up and went about his morning routine and told me we were seeing my doctor in the afternoon (since her clinic hours start at 1:00PM). His calm reaction and the book’s rational explanation reassured me so I just decided to lie down with my feet up. However, panic began to well up as I lay there alone with my thoughts. I have been feeling pain, like pre-menstrual cramps, the past few days including that morning. So I did what I usually do when I’m having anxiety attacks… I called my mom.
When she picked up, I asked her if she thinks bleeding is normal when you’re past your 4th month of pregnancy (of course, I believe that mommy knows everything!). All I wanted to hear was for her to say “Yes” so I can go back to enjoying my Saturday in peace. But she said “Of course not! Why?” in a tone that was slightly alarmed. Hearing her made me panic again and I told her what was happening. She scolded me for not going to the hospital immediately and told me that she’s meeting me at the emergency room in a few minutes.
So my husband and I got dressed and drove to the hospital where I spent a few hours alone in the Labor Room under observation, while my mom, my stepfather, and my husband waited outside. I was asked if I wanted to be admitted for further observation but by that time, the bleeding has stopped and I felt fine so I told them no. I was given medication, instructions to go on bed rest for a few days, and was asked to see my doctor again on Monday. With that, we left the hospital.
I wasn’t able to attend my friend’s wedding that afternoon. Sorry Chinx! :(
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