Chronic Ama

I'm laughing pretty hard to myself right now. Not only because it's 8:15pm and I'm finally getting a break today after hitting the ground running at 5:30 this morning, but because of something odd that my son encountered at school. He was wearing a baseball cap with a skull on it and got stopped in the hall at school to be reminded to remove his hat indoors AND to be told he wasn't allowed to wear anything with skulls on it. HAHAHAHAHA!!! Wrong kid to tell that to! If only the knew my affection for skulls. My kitchen in covered in them. My bathroom too. My bedroom and my living room. And I have one tattooed on me. My daughter has name stickers with skulls on her school supplies. My son also has a Misfits button on his bag... WITH SKULLS! Why no skulls? Oh, don't worry, I emailed the assistant principal my inquiry. I anxiously await his answer. Maybe I should invite him over for tea... served in my skull cups and stirred with my skull spoon. And serve crudité on my s

I downloaded the FitStar app via my Fitbit a few months ago. I have used the free version about 4 times so far and I really like it. The free version gives you a workout a week, which isn't much, but it definitely helps with motivation. The nice thing, for me, is that the work outs are only about 15-20 minutes long, which is about all I can handle at the moment.  Staying active has become important to me in the last few years. Well, in the last 5 years since my hysterectomy. Since then, I have still dealt with pelvic pain from ovarian cysts (until I made them remove my last ovary in 2015) and endometriosis pain in my back and legs (which was finally diagnosed properly in 2015 after being suggested time and time again since about 2009), as well as debilitating migraines. Even after my 17 minute workout this morning, I am recliner bound with the heated blanket keeping heat on my back, hip and IT band, which are the source of my latest battle with pain, that I will be victo

So, that's my "predicted" due date. Hell, it's worth shooting for. The less time I can be miserable, the better. The only thing is, if I'm having a scheduled C section, this date is a Sunday, meaning, I'm going into labor. But, my doctor has assured me that if that happens, I can just walk into L&D and tell them about my scheduled C section and they'll call the doctor and do it then. That's nice, as long as it works out like that. I'm still scared shitless of going into labor. It hurts. These lovely Braxton -Hicks contractions that I've been having are bad enough. They usually raise my anxiety level a few notches. Aside from the still achy back and practice contractions, I'm hot an miserable. My feet and hands are starting to swell and I feel like I'm always in a bad mood. I also am limited in the things I can do with Bella and that has been bothering the both of us. Thursdays have always been our days together since I'm off wo

I should have been prepared when my doctor said it was almost a guarentee that I would have back problems with this pregnancy like I did with my first. But, I guess I thought it wouldn't happen 'til later. Or maybe I was preoccupied with the fact that I am looking to be a week and half earlier. Either way, I wasn't prepared for getting sore legs with pain that slowly traveled up to my butt and then into my back to the point that I was in tears. I finally gave up and called the doctor and was sent to traige in labor & delivery at the hospital. I kinda pleaded with the nurse at the doctor's office a little, telling her I knew it was sciatica or something similar, but better safe than sorry was the only sympathy I got. After 3 hours in the hospital and some percocet, I was feeling better. I woke up yesterday feeling great. I limped around a little bit, but not bad. Then, I got out of my mom's car at the doctor's office and the pain shot through my right leg lik