Unborn Child Enrolls in Tae Kwon Do Class

Now that I can feel my little dude move, I am getting an idea of his habits. He is often active in the evenings. Tonight he is kicking the sh*t out of me. He's probably going to be a total night owl like his pop. I am doomed. It's so exciting to feel him move, and better still is when Shad can feel him, too. According to the Mayo web site, he weighs about a pound and a half now.

I've been hit with an onslought of wacky possibly preggy symptoms this past week. The lymph nodes in my neck are all swollen and the left side of my neck is stiff and covered in a rash. The rash has been here since last Thurs, and is not reacting at all to the cortizone I've been slathering on it. I went to the minute clinic and the lady shooed me away. (Actually, she said, "Hm. I have no idea what that rash is. I wonder if you have mono." And then said they had to be careful with pregnant ladies and gave me the boot. AWESOME.) I'm no MD, and I've never had mono, but I doubt that diagnosis. So, I'm back to the doctor tomorrow. Can I just be healthy for one minute??? On top of feeling like a total freak, and after a couple weeks of being able to stay awake until *gasp!* 11 p.m., I'm back to being exhausted again. I pretty much just go to work and go to bed, go to work and go to bed. I hate the fatigue soooo much. Books are going unread. Plants are not being watered. Clothes are not being sewn. Nurseries are not being planned. Needless to say, the fairies, particularly the dish-washing fairy, have once again abandoned the household in this time of crisis.

Anyway. I'm not sure what the schedule is in there, but here's hoping that after the 10 p.m. Tae Kwon Do class, little dude enjoys a long peaceful spell of meditative yoga. Or reads some poetry. Or better yet, goes to sleep.

Update: The doctor diagnosed me with shingles. What am I, 80? I'm sure I have never felt more attractive in my whole life.