The Queen's Rambles

I’m so glad I’m not on bed rest. My friend was on bed rest for 20 weeks. Can you even imagine? I’ve been home bound since Friday morning. That’s five days. I’ve been able to go outside most days. I’ve been able to walk around the house, doing whatever I want. I’m going freaking INSANE. How would I ever do bed rest?

Of course, having a very active child suddenly halt all activities hasn’t made this any easier. Will we ever get to go back to school or the gym or the open gyms or the park or a restaurant or SOMEWHERE? Certainly not tomorrow. Probably not Friday. Maybe this weekend? Then it is supposed to snow again on Monday. Do you see my middle finger, Mother Nature? Because I’m pointing it right at you.

I have a quilt top finished and my batting arrived last week, so I decided I could go ahead and fuse the layers together and possibly think about quilting it. I don’t want to quilt it because the pattern recommends free motion quilting. I haven’t done that in years. I think Kisha’s almost three year old daughter has the last quilt that I did any free motion quilting with. I don’t know what to do.

Anyway, I laid the batting down on the floor, then crawled around on my hands and knees, making sure the backing was really straight. Then I tried to stand up and had horrible, horrible pain.

Luckily I didn’t put the phone away this morning so it was laying on the bed and I was able to crawl over and call Mike using the intercom feature. I didn’t explain what was going on, just asked him to help me. I think he was a little irritated when I told him to come quick. Sometimes I call him and he takes a few minutes because he is finishing up whatever it is he is doing. That’s almost always ok since I usually need help doing stupid stuff. That wouldn’t have worked today. I don’t think he was expecting to get upstairs and find his pregnant wife curled up on the floor, crying.

Poor Erik was a little scared, but mostly excited. “Is baby Elsa coming now! Is she coming now!”

She wasn’t, but that might have been less painful.

Eventually we were able to get me in the bed, then Mike went above and beyond the call of duty and fused my quilt sandwich together. I guess I have no choice but to try to quilt it soonish.

Erik has decided he wants several baby brothers and sisters and he wants all the cribs in his room. He’s certainly changed his tune. We’ll see how excited he is when the baby is here, squalling her head off and taking all my attention.

The poor boy is just as restless as I am. Today he informed me, very sadly, that he’s never watched so much TV in his life. So very true. We’ve been playing games and doing other things, but the days are long when you can’t go anywhere. We couldn’t really even go outside today because the wind was nasty. It was a mess out there–true blizzard, white out conditions. I hear they ordered all the plows off the roads for a big part of the day because there was no visibility.

He shocked me tonight and wanted to go to bed an hour early. He didn’t get any argument there. I don’t know if he is still feeling a little sick or if he was just bored of being awake. I know I’m bored. In fact, why am I still awake?

I didn’t realize there was a new LOST last night (no spoilers). At least that gave me something exciting to watch tonight. Now I can spend the day tomorrow reading all the forums and trying to figure things out.