Bed Rest

I'm not sure bed rest is all it is cracked up to be.  It probably sounds good in theory--lay around, have everyone wait on you hand and foot, no household chores, no cooking, etc., but in reality it kind of stinks.  I've been trying to figure out what God is trying to teach me through this but I haven't come to any conclusions just yet.  Of course, I often find that it takes some distance to finally see what it is I am supposed to learn.

For example, back in March our house sold and we moved in to a rental home near where our new house is being built.  We had literally unpacked the last of our stuff just a day or two before the terrible tornadoes of 27 April tore through North Alabama, blowing a huge tree down on the rental.   The damage was bad enough that we decided to move out of the rental (we weren't able to live in it anyway) and were offered to house sit for a couple my husband works with, all for free.  Wouldn't you know the "Summer House", (we've lived in three house so far this year and will move in to our final home in August so we have to keep them straight somehow), is about 3 minutes from my OB and the hospital.  Two months out from that terrible day of 27 April and I can see that this is exactly where we are supposed to be.

I have figured out so far that a routine is critical to bed rest.  Even if all my routine involves is moving from the recliner to the bed at a certain time.  Or looking forward to 3:00 for my one shower of the day.  I'm trying hard to not nap during the day because I don't want to become a total bum that sleeps all day and sits up all night watching television. Overnight television is way too bad for that.