And so, here I am completely bored.
I consider myself more like a prisoner. I am staying now at my in-laws place considering it’s nearer the hospital and also for someone to accompany me. We have our temporary abode at the 2nd floor. Our room here is at the 3rd floor but since it’s an effort to climb another level, Che insisted we stay in a room at the 2nd floor (used to be a guest room then converted to an office and now back to being a guest room). I am not allowed to go and up the stairs so the helper or Che will bring me food.
OB said she would be happy for me to deliver at least on 34 or 35 weeks. Based on my 1st ultrasound due date, I should now be now on 31 weeks (initially I count today at 32 weeks based on my LMP and latest ultrasound results). I survived 5days now and I have some more days and weeks to go.
So this is what it feels like being at home with barely nothing much to do or repeatedly the same thing to do every single day.
And so I conclude... I am not a housewife material.