Saturday, February 21, 2009

The Pooh Tray

My surgery was finished and it was time to move. Since, baseball season had officially started, we thought it best that I move to my mom's house in Hardin. With Robb being out of pocket so much, we knew that in case of an emergency, I needed available people. So, after my surgery, my magazines, laptop, contraction monitor, and myself moved. I was at the half-way mark. However, I looked in appearance like I was around seven months pregnant. I had taken the "weight deadlines" they had given me and run with them. It was a fun time in the land of green bean casserole and mac-n-cheese. Oh, and I forgot to mention my dear friend, ice cream. We shared some very intimate moments together. Bed rest began rather painlessly. I got a couple of waitresses (my dear mom and sister), a big comfy bed, and all the snacks I desired. And how could I forget, a fabulous Winnie the Pooh serving tray! Since, I was not allowed to leave the bed, I even had to eat there. So, each day the Pooh Tray delivered me exquisite cuisine. It was STAR treatment and the demanded lethargy was beginning to grow on me. Literally!

1 comments:

VWK said...

I remember the "Pooh tray." We talked about it one day when I was visiting you. We talked about the fact that Jana had one of those as a child. It was pretty cute!