. . . But ain't nobody partying together over here!
It is the start of my 17th or 18th week. (I will wait until my next ginormous ultrasound to confirm the new due date.) I am feeling alright but not overly positive.
Last Thursday, I changed underwear twice before getting worked into hysterics and calling my high-risk nursing line. I then reported directly to my OBs office for checking. As it turned out, I have a post-op UTI (which was highly likely considering where they were poking around). My cervix is still all sewn up like a . . . (insert whatever gets all sewn up here) and I wasn't leaking actual amniotic fluid. The baby appeared to be pissed as hell that my blood pressure was higher than normal and that we were rushing around trying to make sure everything was copacetic.
Another round of antibiotics, this time Macrobid, and I am already feeling better.
So. . . a few discoveries and notes for future ponderings:
* The best sandwich I ever had (and I hate Turkey) was a seeded bun with thick slices of turkey, spicy fruit chutney, cream cheese and crisp bacon slices. Holy crap.
* I am SO hot from the inside that I think I'm on fire. All I want is a stinkin' box fan (one that blows away the competition) but the Hub is still obsessing about finding the best "tower fan" Right.
* My shot today went well. Knowing what to expect was helpful and I didn't have any fear. I'm expecting to want to pass out in an hour or so. That seems consistent with any injection.
* The Hub was a little sad this Father's Day. As expected, he received his Father's Day card shortly before Father's Day and opened it in private. I did the best I could to keep him occupied the rest of the weekend. Sad sucks, people.
. . . in other news, I ate the better part of a watermelon and it was delicious. I'm talking - want to rub this all over myself delicious. Yeah.
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