Here I am sitting at home while my husband goes out and parties…and I am totally condoning it. Perhaps I am living vicariously through him. Or perhaps I just don’t want him in my hair, restless, frustrated his friend is in town and can’t go out.
Whatever the reason- I really don’t care! Mr. Camper is in from out of town (the ones we stay with when we would go up for treatments) on a work conference. We met him Wednesday for dinner…I was having an “okay” day so I went with. As we were going to get out of the car I noticed looked down and saw this:
Oh yeah. I forgot to take off my wool lined leather house shoes. We were eating out side and it was very hot! Oh well, I survived. I honestly didn’t care. LOL
My update- I am 33w5d and I can hardly believe it. In three weeks the stitches come out of my cervix and I can have a baby anytime after that. WOW.
I hate to complain b/c I know how hard my fellow IF sisters and brothers fight to get where I am. I feel their heart ache and loss.Honestly? This has been really hard.
My blood pressure is going wonky.It is activity dependent. It gets up when I get up. It flatens out when I flatten out. I am swelling all over and pissing like a…well pregnant woman that drinks a shit ton of water a day. LOL. I am restless and cranky. I can’t sleep- I get on average 4 hours a night…if I am lucky- and that is still waking up to pee. Last night I got about 6 hours uninterrupted and felt fabulous.
Right now my restless legs are literally keeping me from type. I need to try and move them.