Bed Rest is Stinky

So, I've been sent to bed - for three straight days. They call this bed rest, but really, it feels like bed-arrest. I'm incredibly bored...I'm supposed to just lay there, flat on my back, with my feet propped up. I've read two novels (crappy ones by Nora Roberts), watched movies (Disney ones because I have watched all mine and have to borrow them), whined incessantly (about everything), and just been miserable! OK, I'm heading back to bed.................sigh.

Meet Baby Matthews

Meet Baby Matthews. Weighing in at a mere ounce, and just hitting 3.5 inches, Baby Matthews has already been called "the most stubborn baby I have ever had to deal with". Twice. By two different sonographers.

We have gone THREE times now to get testing done and the baby will not cooperate. It was a simple test too - the baby simply had to turn on its little spine, look up at the ceiling and hold still. Instead, the baby kept kicking me and then standing on its head. I TOLD Marty when I first got pregnant...'my luck, this kid is going to be a monkey'.

This is a pic of the baby on its head.