Come out, come out, where ever you are!

So I had mild contractions all day yesterday which were not very fun. So I had a talk with my unborn baby boy. I told him to come out!!! I am ready!! I am uncomfortable, hot, itchy, heavy, and so sick of bed rest. Unfortunately, Mr. Brody has chosen to rebel and not listen to his mom. He does not want to come out. I don't blame him really. I am asking him to come out early. But come on child, you are already 7 lbs, measuring two weeks early, and so big that you can kick me in the ribs and my hip at the same time. Hopefully these next couple of weeks will go by quickly.

...touched for the very first time.

This is my first attempt at blogging. I figured since I am on strict bed rest I may as well give this a shot.

When I was working full-time the thought of bed rest was like a vacation. Now, after being unemployed for almost five months, bed rest is torture. Summer says hello through my window each morning as if taunting me. "I am lovely today. Nice and warm and inviting. Hear the children ride bikes and swim with my warmth kissing their cheeks. I am your friend who has chased away your enemy Winter. I hope you enjoy the blast of heat indoors without a lovely breeze to cool you down." Hopefully Summer and I will meet again soon. In the mean time, Netflix and Grey's Anatomy reruns will keep me company.