Wunnerful Wednesday

I left my doctor's appointment with mixed emotions today. Everything checked out just fine and I have made no change. That is good news since I am only 35 weeks 3 days. BUT I also thought that because I was not making any progress that my doctor would deem it safe for me to get off bed rest. Nope. I am still bed ridden~but I get 2 hours a day to do anything I want. Isn't she so generous? That means I get 2 hours to cram in as much stuff as I can. Now actually for the past 2 days I would say that I have been taking 2+ hours a day to do pretty much anything I want anyways but this just relieves the guilt I was feeling.
Things that I can do in 2 hours:
*Go grocery shopping!! I miss Wal-Mart.
*Take my kids to and from school. Cannon got to move up into the next class and I have yet to see him with his new environment. I just take Cameron and the teacher's word for it when they say he is happy and getting into the new routine. I want to see it for myself though.
*Take a shower, blow dry my hair and get my makeup on all in one swoop. I had been trying to be good and only do one thing at a time with a break in between each one so as not to over do it.
*Load the dishwasher and run it and put the dishes away. Although Cameron is a master at being Mr. Mom, kitchen duty is not his strong suit. I have overlooked it just fine though! :)
*Dust the house. This is considered light house work and the dust on my entertainment center is needing to be removed. There are enough little kid prints in it to drive me nuts.
There are many more menial tasks that I can do instead of just exist on the couch or bed. I did go to small group tonight and it was heaven. We have missed the past two Wednesdays and really missed getting to see our church family. I do also plan on going to church on Sunday. Maybe all this going and doing (even within my two hour time limit) will throw me into labor. Not the ooohhhh... I think I feel something labor. I mean the big time-ouch-holy-moly-what-have-I-gotten-myself-into-labor. Because at this point I feel like either my water has to break or it has to be REALLY BAD for me to have the confidence to show my face at the hospital again.

We will see what happens. I have made no further predictions and hope to not think too much about it long term. I am taking it one day at a time and enjoying my time with the kids. Patience is not my strong suit and God is showing me that I might need to try it more often.

Much love to everyone,
Keri