Since last Tuesday and the label of "high risk pregnancy" I have been very limited in what I do. This happened in week 11 also but didn't see to be as daunting for some reason. It lasted for about 4 weeks back then. I can say "back then" because it feels like forever ago. This is going to last another 11 weeks, hopefully.
I can't lift anything heavier than a gallon of milk. I can't strain or risk the placenta rupturing in any way. Yet, I can't be on bed rest either. There is a gray area I need to find, and find happily.
Today Christian and I went to Costco and the market. Grocery shopping is something I actually enjoy doing. I go when it's not busy and I don't want to kill everyone I come across. Going to the market on a Sunday at 5p is definitely not stress-free. Why do people just mosey about?! Come on...
Christian loaded, unloaded, carted, lifted and then came home and did more. She scooped the cat box (I can't afford to risk getting toxoplasmosis) and then scooped the back yard (I can't scoop unless I want to vomit every 3 seconds due to my sensitive gag reflex that has sprouted with the baby bump). She did all of this without complaining or moaning. She worked 6 days this week. Just like every week. And then she did my "job" too. I can't find the words to express to thank her. We've been through shoulder surgery, the subchoronic hemorrhage and now the placenta previa and then we'll have to wait until the c-section heals. I couldn't have done this with anyone else. She has made it acceptable to not water plants, scoop dog poop, unload groceries and generally take care of things I typically take care of.
Fortunately I can load the dishwasher and do the laundry. At least for now.
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