Mood:  don't ask

Being home on bed rest while pregnant is starting to become a real pain in my ass both literally and figuratively. Not only am I nearly completely sidelined from my life, I’m starting to feel abandoned(well, that's really way too strong of a word) from my friends and family. While I'm stuck in dullsville, everyone is continuing to live their lives. I’m surprised how quickly the weekly phone calls and e-mails have disappeared. I would call them, but they’re all at work during the day. I like to spend time with my hubby and my darling daughter in the evening, before zonking out at 10 p.m. My anti-depressants keep me emotionally balanced and not depressed, but they don't necessarily cancel out any of my feelings of loneliness and helplessness. I try to convince myself that this is a life of luxury, but I think luxury living would allow me to leave my house to shop and go to the movies.

I'm not necessarily bored, because I do have video games, DVDs, daytime television, and gossip radio to keep me occupied and entertained. My favorite part of the day is when the mail comes, and one of my seven magazine subscriptions arrive. Or, when one of the samples I've ordered from www.startsampling.com comes. That's like a surprise birthday present since it usually takes 8-10 weeks to get a sample. Finally, I do spend a small amount of my day rubbing my belly and communicating with my baby telepathically.

I've reintroduced myself to two of my greatest pop culture loves while on bed rest. I have reacquainted myself with British pop music star Robbie Williams www.robbiewilliams.com, whom I discovered in 1999. (Let me recommend my favorite album of his, Sing When You're Winning, and the concert DVD What We Did Last Summer)  Although the crush has softened a bit, I'd still have sex with him (post-pregnancy) in a bathroom stall if he asked me nicely. Secondly, I've been rereading my collection of Peanuts (a.k.a Charlie Brown a.ka. Snoopy) comics and laughing out loud.

Enough of the complaining and self-pitying, it's time for this blogging baby carrier to hit the sack. My lower back is starting to stiffen from all this sitting up at the computer. Ta ta for now, and watch Ugly Betty!