What exactly is doing nothing?

It was definitely the most inane conversation I've ever had that did not involve a 2 yo, perhaps because I was taking on that role myself.

Craig: "Are you heading to bed?"
Me: "I suppose, but how am I supposed to be tired? I didn't do anything today."
Craig: "Of course you did, I've been sitting here watching you do things all day long"
Me: "No I haven't, not really."
Craig: "Yes, you did." (Proceeds to list things I did yesterday.)
Me: "Well, right, but those don't count. That's not really doing anything."
Craig: Wisely walks away shaking his head.

So perhaps I was pushing it this morning when I mentioned that if we left the dining room the same color we would only need to paint the one wall near CJ's seat instead of the whole thing. Craig did agree with me on that point. When I went on to suggest that I could easily paint that one little wall, however, his response was pretty clearly against the idea. (Side note: I never realized how many different synonyms there were for the word crazy.)

The problem, of course, is that I feel fine, which is great. My trip to the hospital a couple of weeks ago gave them a chance to get a look at my heart, with no new signs of trouble, and adjust my meds. I am now back on something for my spasms (they took me off at the beginning of the pregnancy) and it is working beautifully. I'm back where I was weeks ago and so happy about it and about the rapidly improving odds of this pregnancy having a wonderful finish.

But, honestly, it is easier to sit around endlessly when you don't feel well than when you do. When I went to the OBs this week, I assumed they'd release me from purgatory given my big smile and glowing reports, but there was no change. I do still need to take care of my heart and now they actually have to add additional baby concerns into the mix. The new meds (channel blockers) are themselves completely safe for the baby, but my blood pressure just doesn't like all the meds and was at 84/54 at last check in. They need to make sure the little guy is getting all the blood he needs to grow and thrive and this is more likely if I'm sitting still than jumping up and, say, painting walls.

So Craig is right that I find myself becoming a master of rationalization. Cleaning doesn't count as doing something as long as I do it in small increments and don't do things like carry vacuum cleaners up and down stairs. Cooking is okay as long as the kitchen isn't a sauna. Going one place a day is all right as long as it is really important and I make up for it by not doing anything else the rest of the day, and so on. Thus far, I'm still feeling good, helped largely by the fact that the boys are at my mom's so there is no other chaos or stress here. Still, as long as baby seems okay, we might have found a good working definition of doing nothing that balances my sanity and health.

And, I'm going to take good advice given by a couple of people and start a baby project that does entail a lot of sitting. Maybe a hand-crocheted baby blanket will keep me occupied and sane.

Most important is realizing that we only have 15 weeks left in a pregnancy that didn't always seem like it would make it this far. Only 15 weeks until I get to meet my newest little guy and see what incredible new combination of genes Craig and I have managed to create this time. Can't wait!