Hi folks. We are okay, just busy. Sugar is mending pretty well — her post-op appointment is tomorrow, so I hope we’ll know more then. Poor dear hates percocet, though. Isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard? (More for the rest of us….) I’ve managed to mostly keep the household from falling down around our ears while she’s been sick, but it’s pretty darn shambles-y. And my mother is arriving on Tuesday (probably because I spent last Monday’s commute weeping at her over the phone).
No, no hormonal craziness at all, why do you ask?
Everything medical seems to be fine. I have passed my cervix checks; first growth scan (because of low PAPP-A at nuchal) is Tuesday. I met OB 4 of 4, the one with the scary, super-skinny picture, and she was fine. She did not yell at me for gaining so much weight, contrary to my expectation. (And boy howdy, I have gained some weight. I have now officially crossed into “I have never weighed this much” territory. Yikes.) I get tired more easily and walking is beginning to be strangely exhausting for someone whose life involves so much of it. Like walking in sand. I have discovered that wearing the good ol’ Bella Band over my maternity pants is the secret to not having to yank them up every 3 steps, at least.
Must get back to
salt mines grading. But hello! and We Are Not Dead!
Here is a picture of my best pumpkin impression: