I hadn’t intended for this to become exclusively a pregnancy blog, but as of right now, that’s all I’ve got on the brain. If Fetusaurus would just settle down and behave, I would have other things to talk about. As it is, he/she is giving me diseases and attempting to break out of my uterus.
The OB’s office called yesterday with results from my bloodwork. Good news: I don’t have the syph or the HIV or the hep. Bad news: I do have hypothyroidism. To be fair, it runs in my family. But it never showed up until Fetusaurus did, so I’m choosing to blame this one on him/her. Add that to the little scare I had yesterday (I won’t get into details, but it involved a semi-hysterical call back to the OB’s office), and Fetusaurus is already keeping me on my toes.
I don’t even want to know what he/she will be like as a teenager. Double grounded.