Bed Torture, I Mean Bed Rest

WARNING!!! This is not a happy post, but more of a venting, feeling sorry for myself post. Feel free to skip it. 

As soon as I found out I had complete placenta previa at about 19 weeks, my doctor told me that bed rest was a possibility. Oh, well, that won't happen to me, she just has to let me know it's a possibility. WRONG!!! As of today, I've been restricted in my activities (lifting, housework, exercise, etc.) for over 12 weeks, strict bed rest for about 10 weeks and complete bed rest for almost 8 weeks.

Want to know what's been good about complete bed rest? 

My baby has grown big and healthy. She is a mover and is in the 82% for babies her gestational age. 

My hair is probably the healthiest it's been in years because I only dry it once a week when I go to the doctor. 

Want to know what's been bad about bed rest?  Everything else!!! 

I can't get up.

I can't do anything for myself except shower. 

Other people have to come to my house and spend their whole day here doing things I should be doing. 

I can't do things with my kids.

I missed Alex's first day of Kindergarten, Abby's first day of preschool, Abby's first day of ballet, and other school activities. 

I miss taking pictures of my kids doing fun things. 

I missed Disney on Ice with my kids, who have been excited since June to go. 

I missed things I had planned with friends.

I missed two baby showers for the new baby. One of those being a group shower with another pregnant friend, one being a shower 3 friends graciously wanted to give me. 

I haven't been to bunco or book club in 3 months. 

I missed 2 hair appointments and feel like a hooker with black roots. 

I miss cooking for my family.

I miss trying new recipes and hate to ask anyone else to make something just because I want to try it.

I hate that Brad has to go to the store all the time because he hates going. 

I have zero energy.

It wears me out to take a shower and get dressed. 

I have no muscle tone left and look and feel like a giant blob of grossness. 

I've gained a lot of weight (42 lbs) because I eat, exert no energy, and burn no calories. 

I had to quit my "job" as a tutor, which I loved. 

I've done too much online shopping.

I have to ask for anything to be done for me and I feel so bitchy for asking for anything and everything. 

I couldn't do any preparation for my baby. 

I had to have people go buy what we really needed, like the car seat and stroller, without me. 

My husband gets to do nothing for himself because when he's not at work, he has to take care of the kids, me, and the house without a break. 

When I stand up and walk to the restroom, it sounds like I'm walking on a bunch of dead sticks in the woods because my body is so stiff.

I wake up every time I need to use the restroom or roll over, so I don't really sleep.

My whole body aches; my hips, back, legs, and shoulders especially. 

I get irritated very easily. 

I think too much. 

I cry too much. 

I fear it's going to take me a very long time to regain strength to do normal things after the baby is born. 

People are probably still going to have to help me after the baby is born because I'll be so exhausted from the new baby, the kids, and Brad going back to work, and just being able to be up instead of lie down all day. 

Bed rest is no fun at all and I don't wish it upon anyone.  It is the most discouraging, frustrating, irritating, annoying thing I've ever done. 

The reward will be great, though.  I am proud of myself for making it through such an awful experience and that it helped my body to continue to grow the baby.  Our family will have the healthiest and happiest baby girl. I'm hopeful that she will be easier than Abby was, who was very easy, and things will just fall into place as a family of 5.