Weekend at bedrest

Weekend was fine. Not really anything to report.

I had some sharp little pains that lasted less than 3 seconds in the cervical area, a few times on Saturday night and Sunday. Determined I was A. Not spotting, B. Not contracting and C. Freaking out for no reason.

Talked to my mom, who thinks I am just healing from the surgery. Plausible, yes.

On Sunday, get ready for this, I laid in the couch downstairs all day. Nice change of scenery. Watched some baseball and some Sunday night TV and then went back to the bedroom.

I am a barrel of fun I tell you.

This is what most of my time consists of.



Josh and I have determined this is the greatest thing to ever happen to the cats. They are orgasmically happy about having someone to lie around with all day. I honestly think they will be so sad when this ends.

And just because they are cute and I am boring, here are a few more gratuitous cat shots.