Forced resting (nesting)

I've been under house rest since last week due to pregnancy induced hypertension as I head into my third trimester. Had to see my doctor and a specialist which has made the last few days even more anxiety ridden than usual.   Trying to avoid preeclampsia/toxemia and get my blood pressure down to a consistent reasonable reading.  Still can't believe we've made it this far.  And in the midst of having to suddenly not deal with work deadlines and an exhausting commute in the oppressive heat . . . I now realize how draining it has been for me to be out of our home for 12 plus hours a day, pregnant and walking from Port Authority to work in Chelsea and back to PA . . . I've had to make sure that we get our adoption paperwork updated in time for U.S. immigration to avoid any lapse as we continue with our adoption journey while waiting for September's 'Milagro.'  Been reading and catching up on movies.  Finally outlined the ocean waves with painter's tape for our under-the-sea theme in M.'s room while trying to just take it easy.  I suppose this is part of what folks might call 'nesting' in addition to all the purging we've been doing, making donation runs to Goodwill, and trying to organize the office and nursery in preparation for our unexpected miracle.  


I have to admit, it's been quite a mindshift to cut myself off from work at least until mid-week when the doctors provide their opinions on how to proceed the rest of my pregnancy, which may mean taking leave a month earlier than I'd planned.  I am super aware that my priority is the health of this baby as well as my own before any pressing funding deadlines.  A. & I have gotten into many-a-spirited discussion about when it would be appropriate for me to stop working.  Constantly worried since we found out we were pregnant in January, A. would have preferred if I stopped working in June.  Not that I'm the ambitious type, though I certainly want to hold my own careerwise and financially.  I continue to wrestle with the anticipation of being a working mama.  After reading Anne-Marie Slaughter's article, Why Women Still Can't Have It All, I am coming to terms with the fact that it's perfectly fine to have more than one career, wherein my professional experiences amount to a series of stairways that lead in various directions.  Who knows what graces miracles bring in the future? 


A. & I have certainly waited a long time to be parents. And we're told, these first years go so quickly.  While planning is particularly important, so is trusting in the Divine that things will work out fine.  A. has been so supportive through our pregnancy adventure as he has worked so lovingly to take care of us as Chef, Launderer, Garbage Man, Home Organizer and so much more.  I remain in awe of what an amazing life partner and blessing A. is to me.  More than once, he has told me, S., you don't always have to be the fierce woman warrior.  


No, I don't.