It's not that I am unable to relax without running and wine and yoga. I am relaxed, dammit! :) It's mainly that my whole body just starts feeling itchy and twitchy if I sit for very long in one position, then I start feeling like I can't breathe. It's just this innate need to move, pregnant or not. Hyperactive gene? Maybe. There is a whole wide world of fun to be had, sometimes in your own kitchen, sometimes on your own street, and sometimes, in the voices of the mountains or the desert that beckon to us all from time to time.
Of all the people to be put on bedrest, this future momma is certainly not the best-ever candidate! :) The bottom line is my baby is as healthy and as off-the-charts-active as can be (as per the last 3 non-stress tests), but my blood pressure is suddenly high, so I'm grounded from running around, shopping, meeting people for brunch, cleaning, hiking, bouncing on my ball chair for hours a day while I write, and playing football with Nephew #1.
Full-on double complete rainbow of the hardest thing ever: sitting still.
Last night, upon getting discharged from the latest hospital visit, the nurses were like, do you understand that if you do not behave, the next step is full-on bedrest where you can't even get up to take a shower?? Yes, I say, looking shameful. I hear you. There are definite dangers to high blood pressure, and I guess I figured that as long as my baby was okay, I was good to go, but you can actually have lasting damage from it if you're not careful. You can also have serious stuff like a stroke, if it gets too out of control.
So, while my sweet baby boy stays safe in his happy place for just a little while longer, my goal is to 1) finish my latest 2 GREAT reads, The Worst Hard Time, by Timothy Egan and Cat's Eye, by Margaret Atwood; 2) finish my latest short story, The Troll; 3) catch up editing in my online critique group (BEST thing you can ever do to improve your skills as a writer, in my opinion, besides actually writing); 4) catch up reviewing/editing for writer friends who sent me their stories ages ago; and 5) actually calling people I owe calls to back on the real telephone!!! I know, it's insane. I am the worst friend ever! Don't get too excited...
Lastly, I plan on enjoying the amazing hospitality of my parents, who have banned me from the kitchen and from the Lysol. They are truly amazing people for putting up with me during this time. Between BAH and I, my son comes from a pretty long line of hyperactive and fun-loving kookballs :)