Today is day two, week two of my bed rest sentence. After some high blood pressures and a wonky urine protein ratio, I was told to go home and spend the majority of my remaining days of pregnancy mostly horizontal. I’m feeling pretty pissed off about the whole thing, as 1) I didn’t think we were still in the 1960s, and 2) I haven’t ever even met the crotchety old doc that put me on this program, 3) my blood pressures are always high, which I always have attributed to white coat hypertension. Anyways, I have read two books so far, my eyes hurt from staring at my ipad screen, I have journaled a significant amount (a plus), I have not started knitting (a minus). Being put on bed rest just came as a total surprise to me. Of course, the first thing I did after being told to ‘bed rest’ was email the doctor I have actually had appointments with to ask what the heck was going on. Of course, she supported her colleague and told me to remain on bed rest as well. Disappointing, but expected, I guess. So, here we are. I have an appointment this week with the doc I like, which has me feeling very anxious for some answers. Wish me luck.