The Indignity
Well, add PUPPP (Pruritic urticarial papules and plaques of pregnancy) to my list of things that are currently making three weeks seem like an eternity. I’ve got helpful people telling me not to scratch, and I’m using hydrocortizone cream, but my stomach itches anyway and the scratching feels goooood. For at least 10 seconds.
On the plus side - the very, very plus side - I don’t have any symptoms of anything worse (like, oh, say, Intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy, which is what happens when your liver decides that it’s just had enough and starts to crap out. Which I know because that’s basically what happened when I got mono a few years ago. Which also resulted from having sex with M., and so what have we learned???).
Seriously, though, the second condition is much worse than the first, dangerous to both mother and baby, and I really, really would rather just be scratching my belly in undignified bliss.
BP is still behaving, though - always good. It’s generally been running in the 130s/70s, which is well below the threshold to call the doctor. I’m stupidly uncomfortable at this point - walking a few feet is its own kind of hell, or, at least, heck - and three weeks seems a lot like…more than three weeks right now.
Add to this the fact that I’m supposed to send something to my diss group this week - yes, the one I haven’t been actively participating in for months - and I currently have zip, nada, zilch to send, and this is looking to be a really pfffffft week. If I can get a comprehensive outline of Ch. 2 to send off, I’ll count myself lucky; and if I get booted from the group for not doing better, well, I’ve been trying unsuccessfully to get out of the group for ages, so that’s not necessarily a bad potential outcome.
Well, I’m off to try and, um, take care of business in spite of the hemorrhoids - because, yes, pregnancy is ALL about the glow of impending motherhood. Really.
