Feeling Fine

I received a wonderful visit this evening from Jim’s beloved grandmother, whom we all call Nana.  My in-laws were kind enough to drive her up to see me, and I was so happy to be able to spend some time with her.  She kept remarking that I looked so healthy that I ought to be able to get up and come home right away.  After she left, I was struck by her observation that I looked “normal.”  That’s part of what makes bedrest so frustrating; it’s one thing to lie in bed all day when you feel ill, it’s quite another to lie in bed all day when you feel perfectly fine.  Of course, the contractions remind me that I’m not “fine,” but for the most part, the contractions are painless, and thus I have to restrain myself from jumping up from bed and resuming my daily life.  My one ailment, if you could call it that, is that I am more easily fatigued than I used to be.  Yet fatigue is often a normal part of pregnancy, whether one is in pre-term labor not.  Furthermore, fatigue is often induced by inactivity, so I’m tempted to just “get moving” and hope that the weariness sloughs off with time and action.  Of course, I quickly remember that my prone position has nothing to do with my health and everything to do with my daughters’ health.  Several people have told me I’m getting a crash course in the cardinal rule of motherhood: your children’s health and safety come first.  One lesson learned, many more to go!