Bed Rest It Is...

Apparently while I was at the doctors office for an emergency appointment my dear, sweet, loving husband was busy in his law school class NOT paying attention to his professor but trying to convince "America" that my poor innocent little baby's middle name should be Danger. Although the man is funny I have been put in quite the predicament. Bryan is not joking...not even a little. When I tell him no he gives me the sad puppy dog eyes and starts begging and telling me that I'm smashing his hopes and dreams. Bryan even went as far as emailing his father Paul, who I admit I do want to please, to get him to kindly persuade me to give into this middle name.

My response to him and the rest of "America" is as follows:

First of all, did Bryan fail to tell you the middle name that I want to bless our dear child with?!? Paul is the ideal family name because it represents my fathers middle name, my brothers middle name, my great grandfathers name, and did I mention that my father in laws name is none other than PAUL. Besides anyone who knows my father in law realizes that the name I chose instills the feeling of danger in people's hearts; it's basically the same name. Lastly, I didn't veto the name completely because I know Bry really, really likes it and I do agree it is all to perfect for Bry's off-spring. Although many may think me absolutely crazy I tried to compromise and said we could name the baby 'First Name' Paul Danger Phipps. So I don't know what Bryan is whining about. Maybe a more appropriate name for Bryan's off-spring would be Nancy which would refer to the saying I have to use on Bryan all the time: "Quit your crying Nancy." :)

In Bry's counterpoint he predicted what I invisioned when I thought of the middle name Danger. He wasn't completely off. But this should give you a peek into my fear of that name. This is what I think of solely because of the fact that Bryan is this baby's father:

A little Gremlin.A boy that I don't even know what to do with.The "I'm in trouble" face. Also please take note of the skinned up knees.

I'm pretty sure this innocent face came right after he and his cousins got stuck in some well at Disney Land. Not so innocent.

No words.

Cross dressing?!? Hello ladies. The middle name is Danger. I know you wanna go out with me.

This was probably after he and his brother got creative with:

a. Hang glidding their cat off their roof in a bucket

or

b. attaching sleds to the 4 wheeler and riding around the muddy yard.

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Anyway I'm sure as the due date gets closer there will be much more to say on this topic. On to the title of the post...I have been put on bed rest for the time being. I'm sure you are all extremely excited because this means I have nothing better to do than to blog. For about the last week I've been experiencing cramping, contraction like symptoms, along with lots of other labor signs--no need or desire to go into detail. So they've been getting progressively worse. I decided my panicking had gone on long enough and called the doctor who told me to come in. Basically at this point in my pregnancy (22 weeks) they can't do the testing they need to do to tell if it's really preterm labor or if my body just reacts this way to pregnancy. The doctor wants to get me to the point of viability (which also happens to be the point where they can do the labor tests) and the only option for that as of now is bed rest. I'm a little freaked out as you could guess, but hopeful that everything will be okay. So for now if anyone needs me they can find me in my townhouse on the first floor on my couch in a blanket surrounded by a laptop, pile of books, food, movie options, a remote, bottles of water, etc, probably staring bored off into space. But if it keeps my baby safe it is very worth it.