InsaneJournal

Current mood:

bored

For those of you who've been checking in on me, I'm sorry I haven't been able to update or get in touch until now. I'm still in New York, where I'll be for roughly ten more days. Fashion Week was amazing and I'll update with more about that later.

As far as I know, the UET went off…the way it was supposed to. Gabi, Mateo and Alexei went with me, but only Gabi and I were in the room with the doctor. I'm glad my sister was there, otherwise being in the stirrups that long would have gotten really awkwardly uncomfortable.

I know she's trying not to get too excited until we know whether or not it takes. I go in for a pregnancy test in eight days and we should find out then.

After the procedure, we went back to Gabi and Mateo's place. They have a beautiful four bedroom penthouse and we all agreed that since I'd be confined to bed rest for at least the first three days, I should stay with them. Alexei had to fly back to Seattle on Tuesday. I'm not taking it personally, promise. He has work and all anyone's doing right now is…waiting.

I guess it's okay that he left because there's this whole list of stuff I'm supposed to be doing – or rather, not doing.

1. Complete pelvic rest. (Seriously…what?)
2. No sex. (Self-explanatory)
3. Showers only. (In case the baby washes out?)
4. No strenuous activity. (Exercising, running, heavy lifting – there goes my Ironman training.)

True to form, Gabi's insisted heavy lifting extends to everything but the silverware she brings in with my breakfasts, lunches, and dinners in bed. Today was the first day she actually let me get up out of the bed on my own in order to go to the bathroom. She's been having Mateo carry me back and forth. That is so not cool and I reminded her it's not what I signed up for. She doesn't get to wrap me up in bubble wrap and stick me in a gilded cage for nine months. I can do this. I can take care of myself and a baby too, if this ends up happening. I'm smart enough to listen to doctor's orders and I'm not so stubborn that I can't ask for help when I need it. But really! The bathroom is literally about twenty feet from my bed. I can walk that far, at least.

I also threatened to kill her in her sleep when she offered to give me a sponge bath. I'm pretty sure she was kidding. I know Mateo was, when he seconded the offer.

I know this is going to be okay, no matter what the outcome and thanks to everyone who's supported me up to this point.