The Perfect Excuse

Okay Ladies! Ever wanted to have the perfect excuse not to exercise? Ever felt the need to pass the buck when it comes to grocery shopping, laundry or cleaning? Tired of standing around all day at the office or filing your work away in the correct folders? Have I got an excuse for you!

Welcome to the world of vertically challenged anatomy, aka a short cervix!

My doctor called me at work yesterday to tell me I'm no longer allowed to exercise (goodbye Aquabellies, you were fun while you lasted) and that after this final week at work I am to rest and relax and not run around doing baby errands. Because a shortened cervix is a sign that the Bobs are possibly going to make an early break for it.

So needless to say I remained bug-eyed all day yesterday and remained sitting for a surprisingly long time at my desk. I seemed to be under the impression that the doctor had told me that one false move and a baby would tumble out. By the time I got home though, I had managed to regain my senses and realised she wouldn't have let me continue at work if it wasn't safe to do so.

All the same, Mark was a knight in shining armour and went grocery shopping and made dinner last night while I sat around feeling guilty. He's a good man, that Mark Johnson. He does things uncomplainingly. I admire and aspire to that. Not the good man part, just the not complaining bit.

Anyway, as of next week I am off work and I plan to watch lots of movies with Jack. And napping sounds good too. Hopefully the Bobs will like this plan and stick around my belly for a few more weeks.

Any book or movie recommendations? More books than movies, I should try not to fry my brain on tv...

(I planned on putting photos up on Monday but the camera batteries died and I haven't had a chance to recharge them. Sorrreeeee!)