9 weeks, 3 days: Part deux
Went in to get another vial of blood drawn today. Since I have hypothyroidism, they have to watch it carefully to see if my meds have to be increased as my metabolism increases, and they forgot last time, so I got to make an extra trip to the Holy Fount of Medical Knowledge and Needles to have them suck more blood out of me.
Vampires!
Speaking of metabolism, though… man. So half the time I don’t want to eat at all. And then… BAM. Blood sugar drops. And I must eat or I will kill someone. This has turned me into an evil person when it regards my husband and dinner – we’re not the sort of couple where one of us must know where the other is every moment, or we must eat dinner together, or whatever… but we usually try to eat dinner together, so if he’s like 10 minutes later than I thought he’d be, I gnaw off one of his limbs when he comes in the door.
8 pm is too late for a pregnant woman to eat, and it’s my own fault, but when I’m this hungry (and waiting for dinner to finish), I get to blame anyone I want! So there!
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