Not much new…
I know that I flubbed Nanopoblo by missing a few days here and there, but I thought I’d keep everyone up to date on things here.
Although, honestly, not much is up. Which is good. I spent part of yesterday afternoon fretting about 2.0’s quietness, but he was apparently saving it up for last night. Jack LaLaine has nothing on this kid.
BP’s still good - systolic is slightly elevated (130s), but diastolic - the one that usually gives me trouble - is holding in the 70s. Itching: still there. Hemorrhoids: been there for two+ years, not going anywhere. Gas/belching/interesting, um, excrement: present and accounted for, although they may be exacerbated by some weird virus that M. and MM seem to have. I never actually heard of a virus that makes you have serious gas and belching (same thing?), but both of them have got it bad and have had it for several days now. MM finally gave up the ghost yesterday and got some out (sorry about the TMI - this is my life right now), but M. stayed home from work citing worries about not making it, um, intact. As it were. I might have it too, but since I’ve been having a lot of gas/belching/weird excrement for months now, it’s kind of hard to tell.
Ain’t pregnancy grand?
Did a little work on the diss stuff yesterday - mainly trying to flesh out the argument that’s been giving me so much trouble these past few months. If I just sat down and wrote I’d probably have it, but since neither my brain nor my schedule is entirely conducive to this, it just kind of rattles around my head until I don’t know if it works as an argument or is actually the most simple-minded observation to ever come down the pike. I think there’s an argument in there; what I have to do now - and am resisting with all of my subconscious might - is sit down with the “existing literature” and see if what I’m saying about everyone else holds water or not. If it does, then I probably have a case. If I’m overstating things, then I’m back to square one.
In other news, I’m having weird dreams lately. I hadn’t had them for most of the pregnancy, but all of a sudden I’m channeling David Lynch. Not bad, exactly, but weird.
