So, I was absent for a while from teh internets, from this blog, and from all kinds og activities and pastimes. I found out I had a condition. I was horrified. I found out that it was parasitic in nature, develops in severity over time and requires countless hours of medical and professional attention.

I know you all dig the gory pictures, so here it is:



Suprised for sure. There I was, 8 weeks along. Nearly 30-years-old, living a directionless, selfish, and irresponsible existence. I made the mistake that I wasn't ready to handle at the time. (I still have those omygodwhathaveidone moments.) I had a fair-weather boyfriend that my parents didn't know about-- we had lived together for years and then broken up a year ago but gotten back together about the same time the 'lil Squiddy was concieved. They didn't like him because of several reasons, too many petty and insignificant to list here.

Since then I've:

1. Moved to a bigger apartment. Yes, it's still an apartment. No, there's not a better idea for now.

2. Planned a wedding in little over 90 days. I don't recommend anyone do this, ever. Seriously. Despite trying to legitimize the foetus, this is a bad idea.

3. Made peace between future-husband and his future in-laws. It's not a binding peace but it's a start.

4. Dealt with a high-risk, high-stress pregnancy.

I am currently 23 weeks and fine, thank you. I have a doctor I see weekly, insulin injections daily and a support group of girlfriends (and a few boyfriends) that can make me smile while the hurricane outside is a'brewing.

Posted by Lux on 13 November 2007 at 12:58 PM | Permalink