I made blood. How exciting. My hematocrit level went up one point. My blood pressure spiked a little bit yesterday, and the nurse didn't like my pulse much, so she gave me an EKG. The hematologist said something about the possibility of my respiration rate causing a temporary change in my heart rhythm. I'd say so, since I can't breathe if I sit up fully forward! I assume that I passed the EKG because they still hooked me up to the IV for the ferrlicit infusion after the doctor reviewed the test. I noticed after I left that my ankles are swelling again, especially the left, and a bit on the right. I hadn't been swelling much at all since I noticed it, what, a week ago? Now, it's back, lovely sausages.
I've given up on getting shoes for the wedding this weekend because I'm going to have to take them off anyways - with sausage ankles. I went to get a pair of black maternity tights yesterday - and found that the freaking dress I bought online really WAS just a Motherhood store clearance item, and of course, I overpaid and paid shipping for this stupid thing. I suppose as long as I'm clothed during the wedding, we're good. Also, I'm apparently going to dance with my husband for the bridal party dance (although I'm not in the line-up, the bride has set this up so I can go up for that I guess?) which is fine - but... uh... I'm going to have to stand sideways to do so. That isn't too far from our own wedding, where I was over 300 pounds (even though now I'm still less than an elephant, but blowing up like a Thanksgiving Day Float) and he was well over 300 pounds also, and now he's in a 34 waist tuxedo, but, I'm just saying... sideways.
Oh, but when I got home, I found more diapers at my doorstep - how exciting is that, eh? The wee newborn size ones came, a case of what some company calls 1/2, and a stack of wipe refills. Yahoo.
