My Neighborhood and Bedrest...

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Since I'm on lockdown, I've noticed some things about my neighborhood that I would not normally know, since I'm usually running all over creation with my two monkeys. I knew my neighborhood was made up of three types of homes - rentals, young families trying to get their start, and old people who have been here since the beginning of time and enjoy making my life hell (i.e, the housing association board).

For instance...

The house on the corner? College kids who rent. Who leave their beer cans in their front yard. My housing value just plummeted.

The teenagers who live in the house five doors down? They keep a bong hidden in the bushes across the street. My friend actually called the cops on them.

My next door neighbors? It's a clown house. We aren't sure how many people are living in that four bedroom rental. We do know that they have a baby over there because it cries ALL NIGHT LONG. And that they have two dogs that they don't let in the house. So they bark ALL DAY (and night) LONG.

The president of the HOA? Who lives on the other side of the complex? I caught her measuring my grass last week.

The little old man who lives in the court down the street? He walks his dog around the neighborhood so his dog can "visit" his doggie friends. He does this at my son's naptime. The barking that ensues means that my son doesn't nap.

I'm never going to be able to sell this place.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be scared or frustrated.

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So, since my adventure yesterday regarding my disappearing amniotic fluid and my three hours in labor and delivery, I went back to the doctor today. The amniotic fluid is still holding at 6.1. My doctor's concern was something that everyone has overlooked up until now - the baby hasn't grown in a week. And she should be growing a half a pound a week.

So at the doctor's today, he told me that sometimes, with gestational diabetics, the concern is not that the baby is too big - it's that the baby stops to grow and is too small, that the placenta will fail. And that there comes a point where it is better to get the baby off the placenta and onto the breast/bottle.

I had been so worried about having a big baby that I had no idea that a complication of gestational diabetes is a chance of the placenta failing.

He doesn't think that he needs to induce me right now. That being said, he wants to monitor me closely - as in, twice a day. Guess where he can do that? Yup, at the hospital.

I'm on bed rest at the ever-lovin' hospital.

When I asked for how long, I was told either two weeks or until the baby comes, whichever one comes first.

Two weeks. In the hospital. On bedrest. When I have a 4 year old and a 2 year old at home.

Freaking out is not a strong enough term.

He did throw me a lifeline - that if my amniotic fluid grows, if the baby grows, they will send me home to be on bedrest there. However, the chances of that happening are probably not great.

Thank God that my husband is off work right now, so I don't have to worry about the kids.

And thank God for my sister and my friends, who are on call in case my husband has to drop everything and run to the hospital so he can help me have a baby.

Thank God for my friends who are feeding my family while I'm gone, who texted/called me to say that they are praying/thinking of me, and who have offered to watch my children. I appreciate all of you soooooooooooo much.

So now I just have to rest, take care of Baby Girl, and hope to God that I don't go out of my mind with boredom.