Trapped

I have always been one of those people who needs to leave the house everyday or I'll go stir crazy. Today was day 1 of being stuck at home by myself (with Maren of course). Sunday, I was home all day, but the whole family was and it was kinda nice being at home after all that time stuck in the hospital.

Yesterday, I spent the day at my mom's house. Alone, okay, but still not at home. But today, it was really just me and Maren, at home, all day. With no way out.

Yep, I can't drive. For two weeks after the birth. That means one more week and one day. At least the way I'm interpreting it. As soon as I get the okay, though, I am mobile again!! I swear. I will go to the grocery and drop off Brynna at school, put gas in the van and maybe even pick up a few things at Wal-Mart. I know, I know, the excitment may be overwhelming, but still. I will get out of this house. Every day. At least for a little while.

I think I'm also fighting off a little of the baby blues. I just sort of burst into tears for no apparent reason. I can't even begin to explain why I'm crying, I just cry. I watched Spanglish today on TV and cried for the entire two hours. It was weird.

I've been doing research and everything seems to say that it shouldn't last long. In fact, the baby blues should be gone by the time I'm able to drive. That will truly be a day of celebration in the Jump van, because let's face it, the Jump house will be freakin' empty!