So, I was put on mandatory, 24/7 bedrest, this past Monday, due to high blood pressure and severe swelling. (I also have to endure an extremely-low-sodium diet until Baby A's born, too, but that's another story.) I would have wound up in the hospital, but we were able to get it down.

Now, anyone who thinks laying on your side all day and night sounds like fun, let me tell you: it gets old. Yeah. After like, two hours. There's only so much TV one can take (though the stupidity exhibited on those daytime court shows never ceases to amaze me), and when you can't even munch on chips, you get annoyed. You have to be there. It's either that, or put your kid in mortal peril. I'll take the couch, thank you. Plus, there's that whole pesky nesting instinct thing. Do you know how hard it is to stay "relaxed" when there's a floor that could be vacuumed, counters that should be wiped down, and clothes that need putting away?

So it's after 3:30, and I can't sleep. I'm convinced it has something to do with the three-hour nap I took, before (although, that was to make up for the previous night's lack of sleep), but perhaps it also is my body's way of getting ready for those frequent wake-up calls from Baby A ("Feed me!" "Change me!" "Look at me, darnit! I'm cute!!!"). It's hard to sleep for more than a few hours straight.

Well, I guess another nap's in order, later. It's not like I'll have much else to do, until this baby decides to finally come on out.