Bedrest, schmedrest

The sounds of Jeremy at the grill and Owen playing with neighborhood kiddos are drifting back here to the bedroom, where I have been all damn day.

After a busy day I started having frequent contractions last night, about six or seven an hour.

My midwife’s office instructed to lie down immediately, drink quarts of water and stay off my feet the rest of the weekend.

Today I missed church and a kiddo birthday party, then playing with O outside.

The contractions are still coming, but far less often.

I don’t have the personality for mandatory rest.