Day One with no t.v. dawned ominous. Kembry woke up (so Brett tells me) "real early", and I clomp out of my bedroom not "real early" to find her watching t.v.
Oh well. I let myself be the bad guy, turned it off, ushered her into the kitchen where a gormet bowl of cereal awaited her.
Here's the thing about not watching t.v. It. Is. Hard. So, I packed up the monkeys and took us to the zoo. After the zoo we had a lovely 3 hour nap (hey, if I'm not gonna watch my life away, I can sleep it away, right?) followed by a deep cleaning of the mini-van. Yuck. But it's all for a good cause. I think...
After walking a few miles up and down hills and scrubbing my mini-van on all fours, I get a lovely call from my OBGYN's nurse. I have been having these sort of obnoxious 'cramps' turned 'contractions' for a few days now. Apparently that's not a good thing, who knew? So after lying to her, "Nooo...I haven't been doing anything strenuous. Long walks? Me? Nope." I was instructed to lay down the rest of the night and all of tomorrow, and if they're still coming, we get to make the lovely trip in for a super-nifty stress test.
My children outside. The rule still stands (for them). But I don't have a new book to read, and Brett's playing his guitar, and I'm not allowed to move around or jump on a trampoline or go skydiving (like I had originally planned to do tonight) so I am a quiter. Tonight and possibly all day tomorrow I will be watching t.v. I like to think of it as trying not to go into pre-term labor instead of admitting I'm a loser. At my own game.
But tune in on Wednesday to see if the rainy weather has further weakened my resolve.
*Update: T.V. has been off all evening. Brett is now playing a game with the rodents, and I'm watching. Very entertaining. I'm not thinking about CBS Monday nights at alllllllllll.