The Belly Beans (Bryson and Sawyer)

I am not wallowing in self pity.  I know that things could be WAY worse.  But seriously, bedrest is so boring. 

And terbutaline is a medicine made by the devil!  I feel like I am fighting nature and therefore being punished.  Hand tremors, palpitations, drenching sweats…just to name a few of the fabulous side effects that hit me like a giant wave about an hour after I take each dreaded pill.  UGH. 

Tomorrow I am supposed to go back to work on “light duty” for a few hours each day.  While still taking the terbutaline.  Heh.  I am thrilled to be getting out of bed and back to the OR, but definitely amused by the thought of it all.  First off- it’s not like I can safely operate like this.  The tremor in my hands alone is prohibitive.  Secondly, if I stand up for more than 5 minutes I start having contractions.  I seriously doubt that will change over night.  So now I am stuck with somewhat of a conundrum.  Go back to work and be minimally helpful (and risk going in to labor before I hit the 36 week mark), or stay home and keep burning my precious 12 weeks off.  What to do, what to do… 

Bryson says- “If you could only be half as cool as me!”