Feb 262009
My doctor’s appointment went swimmingly well – that’s a lie. My BP was 140/90 which is high but ‘normal’ for me at this point. I lost four pounds since last week due to me not retaining as much water. Yay! I also have protein in my urine which means that I have pre-eclampsia! WOO HOO! It was really only a matter of time before the symptoms starting showing up. Luckily that’s the only one I have. No blurred vision, headaches, etc. I have been instructed to be as inactive as possible which would be fine except that the dishes do not wash themselves and we still have some work to do in the baby’s room. JuJu is working from home because of his back injury so he is keeping an eye on me and won’t let me vacuum, do dishes, or anything that involves standing. You know what that pill of a husband told me?
‘Do an art project but nothing strenuous.’ I don’t have anything to do at the moment! I got all of Peanut’s room decor painted (step stool, frames, name plate thingy) and I haven’t gotten any yarn to crochet her blanket yet because I’m not sure if I’m even going to do one. I started on a sewing project but the machine is at my mom’s. Unless I actually go to the craft store and pick something up I really don’t have anything to do. Since I have already gone shopping today (I love Target. LOVE IT) I don’t feel like I have the energy to drive somewhere and walk around. I do, however, have enough energy to load the effing dishwasher.
So my belly button is officially an outtie now. Stellar! I have a mole in my belly button and now it sticks out even further. It’s hot. Really. I also noticed that I’m getting a considerable amount of fuzzies on my tummy. Luckily the hairs are blonde but WTF is that about? Haven’t human beings evolved? I keep warm by wearing clothes, not growing more fur! Also my fingers are huge and sausagey and I no longer have ankles. That’s right, I’ve got cankles. Not gross ones, but they don’t drastically taper right above the foot like they used to do.
Less than six weeks to go. I can do it. That is, as long as I can complain along the way.

You have every right to complain and don’t let anyone tell you any different! Being pregnant sucks. Yes, it’s a miracle new life blah blah blah but seriously. It SUCKS.