Fetus Seeks Early Parole

Things are starting to go off the tracks here. My doctor put me on bed rest Monday because she is concerned that I may go into preterm labor. I've been laying on the couch all week feeling like a total slug. I had hoped to whip through my stack of library books and maybe even get some work done from the office, but it turns out that laying around all day completely drains my energy. I am sleeping at least half the day. And the rest of the time, I have a hard time concentrating on anything. I hate not being able to get up and do things! But hopefully this will keep the little man incubating for a bit longer. It's insulting, actually, that he would want to leave the comfy little home I'm giving him. He doesn't know how good he has it in there, all warm and snuggly, eating all the eclairs he wants. He's 32 weeks old today. Here's hoping that he sticks around another two months, and here's hoping I get to move around before then...