My OB pretty much gave me hell at our last visit. After the ultrasound proved there to be nothing out of the ordinary going on (in spite of the pain), she declared that I am doing too much too soon.
It's true. I suck at bedrest, as we learned in last month's episode, "Bedrest because otherwise you will go into painful early labor" (and then I basically did just that, although not as early as it could have been). I am not a good patient. I am horrible at it. I can't make myself lie around all day doing nothing, asking others to do for me. I feel like a lazy slug, and it eats away at my psyche.
This horrible pain has helped change my tune a bit. I have discovered that on days I do things, I bleed rather heavily and I hurt... a lot. On the days I shut my piehole and sit on the couch, popping my pain meds and guzzling water while jockeying the remote control, I hardly bleed at all, and the pain is minimal (big fat duh). So I've learned to be a couch potato.
But come six weeks, I'm doing stuff, daggumit. I'm bored out of my skull and TV blows. Augh. Plus, it leaves more time for me to start fights on Facebook, and that's no good for anyone.