My day did not turn out the way I expected yesterday. Fighting expectations is hard too. Hans and I went in for an ultrasound appointment yesterday at 8:00 AM to check on baby girl's growth and ended up making our way home from the hospital at 7:00 PM. The ultrasound showed that my cervix was shorter than it should be at this stage. That led to a doctors visit where I was hooked up to a fetal monitor which revealed I was having small contractions. That led to a trip to the hospital where I was again hooked to the fetal monitor, given an IV and medication to stop the contractions. Not what I had planned.
The thing about fighting expectations is you have to learn to see the good in things. The good is that baby girl is happy and healthy. She is not small at all. In fact it looks like I may be a week ahead of where I thought I was. And let me tell you she is an active little thing.
Now, all this brings me back to breaks. Because I'm on one. A mandatory one called modified bed rest. With a two year old. Thank God for my wonderful husband and family. I'm in great hands if I can lay down my expectations. The expectation that my kitchen floor needs cleaned, and that I still have towels in the dryer to fold, and I wanted to get toilet bowl cleaner yesterday so I could scrub the downstairs toilet, and what kind of parent am I as I sit on a chair and watch my mother take care of my daughter, and what kind of wife am I when my husband comes home from working for us all day and I haven't made him dinner. Oh expectations!
Hopefully when I go to the doctor on Tuesday, things will be looking better and I will be able to return to normal for the next two months until it's time for this sweet girl to come. And hopefully I will have conquered some of my expectations and learned to enjoy a mandatory break and all the good that's surrounding me.

