Me, every day, all day: whinewhinewhinewhine.
I had another prenatal exam today - kidney function is only borderline crappy. BP is down to a good healthy level. There is still protein in my urine - but I asked the doc to explain it to me. Mine is in the 300 range right now, and I asked what range does it have to be in before it's "scary" and he said up in the thousands.
"Ah, Pish!" said I. "No problem. I can avoid that."
So I'm back to a goal of holding out for 37 weeks, and I think I can do it. It's ONLY less than two weeks away. Cake.
I'm trying to remember what I did yesterday that's different from every other day for the past few weeks. Because whatever I did, it made my BP go down, my kidney function improve, and I even lost a couple of pounds.
Today's temperature was 67 degrees at noon. Tomorrow it's supposed to be 30 degrees, and by next week, back down into the 20s. You have NO idea how badly I wish I could go roller blading today. It's killing me to see all this sunshine and warm weather - and be stuck on the couch.
But then I remind myself that I'm giving birth to a gold-plated child of immaculate perfection, and that this will all be worth it to have such an angelically flawless, perfectly-behaved super-child.
And then I realize that those gold-plated perfect children don't seem to run in our family, as I remember back to a phone conversation with sister Erin, who explained to me that she opened her pantry door, only to find her young Ethan perched naked on a sack of potatoes, shoveling dog food into his mouth, grinning like a fool.
Yeah. I can just picture E-Beth and Ethan teaching each other funny little tricks of childhood trade to each other.
Peace, till next