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I think Gregory is trying to kick his way out through my belly button.  Ouch.  Its not an innie or an outie anymore, its just been stretched flat by my expanding belly.  My maternity shirts are too short now.

My midwife mentioned I would be full-term on Saturday, at 37 weeks.  Wow, how did that happen?  With Brendan I was so self-centered about the pregnancy. I thought if I missed reading one of the "your pregnancy this week" e-mails I would be DOING IT WRONG. 

I was supposed to bring in a snack to the La Leche League meeting today.  I sort of forgot, so I took what was at hand and sliced up some apples and brought some crackers and nutella.  It was a big hit, especially with the kids there.
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I think Gregory is trying to kick his way out through my belly button.  Ouch.  Its not an innie or an outie anymore, its just been stretched flat by my expanding belly.  My maternity shirts are too short now.

My midwife mentioned I would be full-term on Saturday, at 37 weeks.  Wow, how did that happen?  With Brendan I was so self-centered about the pregnancy. I thought if I missed reading one of the "your pregnancy this week" e-mails I would be DOING IT WRONG. 

I was supposed to bring in a snack to the La Leche League meeting today.  I sort of forgot, so I took what was at hand and sliced up some apples and brought some crackers and nutella.  It was a big hit, especially with the kids there.
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Hooray, I just put all of my photos in albums up to Biggie's first birthday...11 days before his 2nd.  But I'm making progress!

At Storyville on Tuesday, I was chatting with a mother of twins who were born two days before Brendan.  "And now you'll have two boys with close birthdays too!"  she said.

"I'm not due until the end of September," I said.  She put her hand to her mouth in horror.  A woman at the playground asked me when I was due a few weeks ago, and when I told her, she just made a face.  She just had a baby six weeks ago and is back into her tight pants.  I looked at pictures of me last time, and I guess I do look like I did at the end of my pregnancy last time.

One of my uncles at the family reunion said there was no way I was going to my due date, and I would probably have the baby any day now.  Why would you say that to a 28 weeks pregnant woman?  "Oh yeah, you're going to have an extremely premature baby!"

In conclusion, don't say anything to me about my pregnancy. I am ready to bite someone's head off.
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Hooray, I just put all of my photos in albums up to Biggie's first birthday...11 days before his 2nd.  But I'm making progress!

At Storyville on Tuesday, I was chatting with a mother of twins who were born two days before Brendan.  "And now you'll have two boys with close birthdays too!"  she said.

"I'm not due until the end of September," I said.  She put her hand to her mouth in horror.  A woman at the playground asked me when I was due a few weeks ago, and when I told her, she just made a face.  She just had a baby six weeks ago and is back into her tight pants.  I looked at pictures of me last time, and I guess I do look like I did at the end of my pregnancy last time.

One of my uncles at the family reunion said there was no way I was going to my due date, and I would probably have the baby any day now.  Why would you say that to a 28 weeks pregnant woman?  "Oh yeah, you're going to have an extremely premature baby!"

In conclusion, don't say anything to me about my pregnancy. I am ready to bite someone's head off.
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A year ago today, Matthew decided to take the day off work after I had my first contraction the night before.  I told him that the erratic contractions like mine could go on for weeks, but he said he'd feel better staying close to me.  He told me that we should do everything I liked.  So we went to see The Proposal, then went out for ice cream.  After dinner, we played Scrabble.  Matthew never plays Scrabble with me.  He believes words like qi and zyzzyva aren't "real".

Its a lovely memory, our last day together as a "childfree" couple.  I'm glad we did it.

Then at about nine, I went to bed, and almost immediately got back up.  I had been ignoring the contractions all day, but as soon as I tried to go to sleep they got too strong to ignore.  I took a bath, walked around, and drank lots of fluids, but they still didn't stop.  Matthew followed me around with a stopwatch.

I didn't want to wake up our doula before it was necessary, but at about 3 a.m., I called Holly and told her to meet us at the hospital. 
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A year ago today, Matthew decided to take the day off work after I had my first contraction the night before.  I told him that the erratic contractions like mine could go on for weeks, but he said he'd feel better staying close to me.  He told me that we should do everything I liked.  So we went to see The Proposal, then went out for ice cream.  After dinner, we played Scrabble.  Matthew never plays Scrabble with me.  He believes words like qi and zyzzyva aren't "real".

Its a lovely memory, our last day together as a "childfree" couple.  I'm glad we did it.

Then at about nine, I went to bed, and almost immediately got back up.  I had been ignoring the contractions all day, but as soon as I tried to go to sleep they got too strong to ignore.  I took a bath, walked around, and drank lots of fluids, but they still didn't stop.  Matthew followed me around with a stopwatch.

I didn't want to wake up our doula before it was necessary, but at about 3 a.m., I called Holly and told her to meet us at the hospital. 
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A year ago today, Matthew decided to take the day off work after I had my first contraction the night before.  I told him that the erratic contractions like mine could go on for weeks, but he said he'd feel better staying close to me.  He told me that we should do everything I liked.  So we went to see The Proposal, then went out for ice cream.  After dinner, we played Scrabble.  Matthew never plays Scrabble with me.  He believes words like qi and zyzzyva aren't "real".

Its a lovely memory, our last day together as a "childfree" couple.  I'm glad we did it.

Then at about nine, I went to bed, and almost immediately got back up.  I had been ignoring the contractions all day, but as soon as I tried to go to sleep they got too strong to ignore.  I took a bath, walked around, and drank lots of fluids, but they still didn't stop.  Matthew followed me around with a stopwatch.

I didn't want to wake up our doula before it was necessary, but at about 3 a.m., I called Holly and told her to meet us at the hospital. 
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“No, you can not squat. I need my visual. On your back is best for me.” -OB

“Do you know who the father is or was this a one night thing?”-OB to young mom during her first OB appointment.

http://myobsaidwhat.com/

Totally submitting to this site. Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] birthtrauma
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Well, I had a day yesterday. I went to my 40 week appointment. My doctor was out delivering a baby, so I had one of the midwives. She checked me and found out that I was at 2.5 cm. I made a late afternoon appointment so Matthew could come with me, but that meant the fetal care place was closed for the day. The midwife called up to Labor & Delivery and asked if they could fit me in for a biophysical profile and non-stress test up there. They said sure, so we walked down the hall from the office to the hospital.

We saw Dr. M going home from L&D as we were going there, and she wished us luck. It took a while to be seen at L&D, which is totally understandable, since they were doing us a favor and they had actual women in labor there.

I was in triage. They put two round things on my belly to measure his heartrate. While I was on the bed, I felt my first contraction! When the nurse came in, she said that actually I had had three contractions in the last 10 minutes, but I only felt the last one. His heartrate was strong.

The CNM Elizabeth came in to do the sonogram. She immediately found two big pockets of amniotic fluid. Good baby! That was the one thing I was worried about. What if I had been leaking all this time and didn't know it? My levels were at 13, and they like to see them over 8. So then Elizabeth said she'd call my doctor and come back.

Then we waited. And waited. I thought they maybe forgot about us, so I put my clothes back on and we went out to the nurses station. Elizabeth said our doctor was in a c-section, but she'd call him as soon as he was out. "Him?" I said to Matthew. "Our doctor is a woman. Maybe they mixed me up with someone else?"

So we waited some more. Then Elizabeth and the nurse came back in and she said "Your doctor said to go and admit you for labor."

"WHAT?!" I said. "This doesn't make any sense. Let me talk to Dr. M."

"Dr. L. is on-call," Elizabeth said. "I'll go get him."

We waited for a few minutes. I was flabbergasted. Matthew told me to calm down so I wouldn't become to antagonistic. "It has to come from you that we're not staying," he said. "They won't listen to me."

Dr. L came in. He had a white beard and twinkly eyes. He kind of looked like a black Santa Claus. He's the partner of Dr. M., but I hadn't met him before. I know, I'm bad for not getting to know everyone in Dr. M's practice, but I liked her so much I didn't think it would be a problem.

Dr. L told me "I've had this practice for over 20 years, and I'm the head of it. Now, we're not going to chain you to the bed or anything, but once my patients hit 40 weeks, 90% of them are ready to deliver. It wouldn't be an induction, it would be an augmentation, since you've already progressed.  Now, you're free to go home now if you'd like, but I can't be responsible for what might happen if you do."

Ooh, I'm really, really, scared.

"So everything with the baby is fine, right?" I said.

He looked at the printouts and said it was.

"I think I'll go home then," I said.  I already had another non-stress test and appointment scheduled for Monday, but he said he wanted me to come in on Friday as well.  He said he wanted to get a weight check on the baby then too, "Because sometimes they get too big,"  he said ominously.

I called the office today and got one of the midwives.  I told her Dr. L suggested I come in on Friday.  "Weren't you just here yesterday?" she said.

"Yes"

"No, come in on Monday," she said.  So that's that.  And Dr. M will be there on Monday, and I'll be taking the non-stress test at the fetal center rather than L&D.

Boy, I'm so glad I took Bradley classes and educated myself.  If I was just to rely on my doctors, I would have said "Oh, the doctor says its time!" and stayed.  Then they would have pitocined me up, I would have failed to progress, and they'd "have" to cut me open to save my baby.  Because he is not ready to be born yet!
 
I was having 30 second contractions every three minutes last night for awhile, but I took a bath, ate some pasta, and went to bed.  This morning it was every six minutes, and now I think its more like eight.  I'm trying to ignore them, but its hard.  Its hard to relax during them too.  SInce my belly is tensing up, its natural for me to tense up everything else.  I love my exercise ball.  I've been sitting on it all day.  Rocking on it is the only thing that does really help during contractions.
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Well, I had a day yesterday. I went to my 40 week appointment. My doctor was out delivering a baby, so I had one of the midwives. She checked me and found out that I was at 2.5 cm. I made a late afternoon appointment so Matthew could come with me, but that meant the fetal care place was closed for the day. The midwife called up to Labor & Delivery and asked if they could fit me in for a biophysical profile and non-stress test up there. They said sure, so we walked down the hall from the office to the hospital.

We saw Dr. M going home from L&D as we were going there, and she wished us luck. It took a while to be seen at L&D, which is totally understandable, since they were doing us a favor and they had actual women in labor there.

I was in triage. They put two round things on my belly to measure his heartrate. While I was on the bed, I felt my first contraction! When the nurse came in, she said that actually I had had three contractions in the last 10 minutes, but I only felt the last one. His heartrate was strong.

The CNM Elizabeth came in to do the sonogram. She immediately found two big pockets of amniotic fluid. Good baby! That was the one thing I was worried about. What if I had been leaking all this time and didn't know it? My levels were at 13, and they like to see them over 8. So then Elizabeth said she'd call my doctor and come back.

Then we waited. And waited. I thought they maybe forgot about us, so I put my clothes back on and we went out to the nurses station. Elizabeth said our doctor was in a c-section, but she'd call him as soon as he was out. "Him?" I said to Matthew. "Our doctor is a woman. Maybe they mixed me up with someone else?"

So we waited some more. Then Elizabeth and the nurse came back in and she said "Your doctor said to go and admit you for labor."

"WHAT?!" I said. "This doesn't make any sense. Let me talk to Dr. M."

"Dr. L. is on-call," Elizabeth said. "I'll go get him."

We waited for a few minutes. I was flabbergasted. Matthew told me to calm down so I wouldn't become to antagonistic. "It has to come from you that we're not staying," he said. "They won't listen to me."

Dr. L came in. He had a white beard and twinkly eyes. He kind of looked like a black Santa Claus. He's the partner of Dr. M., but I hadn't met him before. I know, I'm bad for not getting to know everyone in Dr. M's practice, but I liked her so much I didn't think it would be a problem.

Dr. L told me "I've had this practice for over 20 years, and I'm the head of it. Now, we're not going to chain you to the bed or anything, but once my patients hit 40 weeks, 90% of them are ready to deliver. It wouldn't be an induction, it would be an augmentation, since you've already progressed.  Now, you're free to go home now if you'd like, but I can't be responsible for what might happen if you do."

Ooh, I'm really, really, scared.

"So everything with the baby is fine, right?" I said.

He looked at the printouts and said it was.

"I think I'll go home then," I said.  I already had another non-stress test and appointment scheduled for Monday, but he said he wanted me to come in on Friday as well.  He said he wanted to get a weight check on the baby then too, "Because sometimes they get too big,"  he said ominously.

I called the office today and got one of the midwives.  I told her Dr. L suggested I come in on Friday.  "Weren't you just here yesterday?" she said.

"Yes"

"No, come in on Monday," she said.  So that's that.  And Dr. M will be there on Monday, and I'll be taking the non-stress test at the fetal center rather than L&D.

Boy, I'm so glad I took Bradley classes and educated myself.  If I was just to rely on my doctors, I would have said "Oh, the doctor says its time!" and stayed.  Then they would have pitocined me up, I would have failed to progress, and they'd "have" to cut me open to save my baby.  Because he is not ready to be born yet!
 
I was having 30 second contractions every three minutes last night for awhile, but I took a bath, ate some pasta, and went to bed.  This morning it was every six minutes, and now I think its more like eight.  I'm trying to ignore them, but its hard.  Its hard to relax during them too.  SInce my belly is tensing up, its natural for me to tense up everything else.  I love my exercise ball.  I've been sitting on it all day.  Rocking on it is the only thing that does really help during contractions.
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Well, I had a day yesterday. I went to my 40 week appointment. My doctor was out delivering a baby, so I had one of the midwives. She checked me and found out that I was at 2.5 cm. I made a late afternoon appointment so Matthew could come with me, but that meant the fetal care place was closed for the day. The midwife called up to Labor & Delivery and asked if they could fit me in for a biophysical profile and non-stress test up there. They said sure, so we walked down the hall from the office to the hospital.

We saw Dr. M going home from L&D as we were going there, and she wished us luck. It took a while to be seen at L&D, which is totally understandable, since they were doing us a favor and they had actual women in labor there.

Drama... )
I was having 30 second contractions every three minutes last night for awhile, but I took a bath, ate some pasta, and went to bed.  This morning it was every six minutes, and now I think its more like eight.  I'm trying to ignore them, but its hard.  Its hard to relax during them too.  SInce my belly is tensing up, its natural for me to tense up everything else.  I love my exercise ball.  I've been sitting on it all day.  Rocking on it is the only thing that does really help during contractions.

39 Weeks!

Jul. 15th, 2009 10:34 am
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Today is one week until my "due date".  This is really going to happen, isn't it?

Heather Armstrong, a famous blogger just had a baby, and she has a cool blog entry up about her coming to natural childbirth, at 30 weeks!

www.dooce.com/2009/07/13/labor-story-part-one

39 Weeks!

Jul. 15th, 2009 10:34 am
girafferty: (egg)
Today is one week until my "due date".  This is really going to happen, isn't it?

Heather Armstrong, a famous blogger just had a baby, and she has a cool blog entry up about her coming to natural childbirth, at 30 weeks!

www.dooce.com/2009/07/13/labor-story-part-one

39 Weeks!

Jul. 15th, 2009 10:34 am
girafferty: (egg)
Today is one week until my "due date".  This is really going to happen, isn't it?

Heather Armstrong, a famous blogger just had a baby, and she has a cool blog entry up about her coming to natural childbirth, at 30 weeks!

www.dooce.com/2009/07/13/labor-story-part-one

37 Weeks

Jul. 1st, 2009 04:32 pm
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37 weeks today! He's full-term.  Matthew is getting very excited.  "The baby could come next week!" he said.  I don't think he will, though.  I kind of like being pregnant and wouldn't mind doing it for another month.  The baby is much easier to move around when he's in my belly than if he were out.  Yesterday I took advantage of not working to go to a 10 a.m. showing of Star Trek.  I timed my bathroom breaks around parts I had already seen, so now I've seen the whole movie.

I had my doctor's appointment today.  My regular OB is on vacation until July 13th (maybe that's why I had that crazy dream!).  I actually lost a pound since last week, and my blood pressure is still good.  Her replacement didn't even try to do a cervical check, which is good, because I wouldn't have let him anyway.

It would be nice to know the exact date this baby is coming, though, just to satisfy my own curiosity and planning.  If he came on July 22nd, his due date, there's supposed to be a big solar eclipse on that day.  That would be neat.  Or if he were born on July 31st, which is St. Ignatius' feast day and Harry Potter's birthday.  But any day he's born will be special, and I'm sure there will be some saint's feast day that day.

I went to my old work to visit yesterday.  They have 46 kids signed up already this summer (we're "capped" at 35).  But it looks like my replacement has everything well in hand.  It was fun to see the kids who were at the camp last year but weren't in the after-school program.  They all said "You look familiar," but couldn't remember my name.  I was thinking maybe of volunteering there sometimes, but I think I'll just stay home.  I have lots to do around the house to get it presentable before the baby comes.

37 Weeks

Jul. 1st, 2009 04:32 pm
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37 weeks today! He's full-term.  Matthew is getting very excited.  "The baby could come next week!" he said.  I don't think he will, though.  I kind of like being pregnant and wouldn't mind doing it for another month.  The baby is much easier to move around when he's in my belly than if he were out.  Yesterday I took advantage of not working to go to a 10 a.m. showing of Star Trek.  I timed my bathroom breaks around parts I had already seen, so now I've seen the whole movie.

I had my doctor's appointment today.  My regular OB is on vacation until July 13th (maybe that's why I had that crazy dream!).  I actually lost a pound since last week, and my blood pressure is still good.  Her replacement didn't even try to do a cervical check, which is good, because I wouldn't have let him anyway.

It would be nice to know the exact date this baby is coming, though, just to satisfy my own curiosity and planning.  If he came on July 22nd, his due date, there's supposed to be a big solar eclipse on that day.  That would be neat.  Or if he were born on July 31st, which is St. Ignatius' feast day and Harry Potter's birthday.  But any day he's born will be special, and I'm sure there will be some saint's feast day that day.

I went to my old work to visit yesterday.  They have 46 kids signed up already this summer (we're "capped" at 35).  But it looks like my replacement has everything well in hand.  It was fun to see the kids who were at the camp last year but weren't in the after-school program.  They all said "You look familiar," but couldn't remember my name.  I was thinking maybe of volunteering there sometimes, but I think I'll just stay home.  I have lots to do around the house to get it presentable before the baby comes.
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I slept for 13 hours last night.  I didn't take my nap yesterday, that's probably why.

I had a crazy dream.  It was very stressful.  I don't think my labor experience will be anything like this, which is good.

I start out in the Labor & Delivery Ward of our hospital.  I'm in the room all alone.  I yell for Matthew but its taking him a long time to get there.  He said he got lost.  Our door lost its number, which probably didn't help.

My doula arrives, and I start to settle in.  I ask a nurse to fill the Jacuzzi and she looks confused.  "I'll have to ask my manager,"  she said.  "I don't know how to do it."

I realize we haven't called my doctor yet, and somehow I've lost the number.  I ask Matthew to find it.  He says its in the newspaper, and shows me the page that lists all the doctors in Baltimore.

A bunch of high school volunteers are hanging out in my room and they're talking to each other about how stupid I am to not even know my doctor's number.  I go up to them and tell them my phone's contact list is broken, and I'd like them to get out.  "Touchy, touchy," one of them mutters as they go out.

At first I can't find her name in the paper, but then I realize its alphabetical by first name.  When I call her office, the voicemail says "The doctor will be unavailable for the next 17 hours.  She's taking some me-time to go shopping, get her hair done, enjoy the sunshine..." I hang up the phone.

"It looks like she's not coming," I tell Matthew and the doula. 

Then I notice two kids playing with toy trucks at my feet.  This family is hanging out in my bathroom.  Toy cars and action figures litter the ground around the Jacuzzi, which is now filled.  I tell the family to get out.

The Mom asks me, "When are you going to be done in here, because my kids really like playing here,"

"This is not a playground, and I'm having a baby!" I said. When they go, they leave all their toys scattered around the bathroom.

Then a Mexican film crew comes in and starts setting up their lights and cameras.  They put a big pink blanket on the floor that they want me to give birth on.  "And if you could speak Spanish the entire time, that would be really helpful,"  the director tells me.  I tell them very politely that I don't want to give birth on the floor, trying to remember my high school Spanish.  They leave, grumbling.

The nurse comes back in and tells me I'm only 1 cm dilated.  Suddenly I remember I haven't done my five things they taught me in Bradley Class to determine whether I'm in false labor or not. I haven't had a single contraction since I got to the hospital.

"Matthew, why didn't you remind me to do the five things?" I ask.

"Oops," he said.

Then I wake up, still pregnant and not in labor.



 
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I slept for 13 hours last night.  I didn't take my nap yesterday, that's probably why.

I had a crazy dream.  It was very stressful.  I don't think my labor experience will be anything like this, which is good.

I start out in the Labor & Delivery Ward of our hospital.  I'm in the room all alone.  I yell for Matthew but its taking him a long time to get there.  He said he got lost.  Our door lost its number, which probably didn't help.

My doula arrives, and I start to settle in.  I ask a nurse to fill the Jacuzzi and she looks confused.  "I'll have to ask my manager,"  she said.  "I don't know how to do it."

I realize we haven't called my doctor yet, and somehow I've lost the number.  I ask Matthew to find it.  He says its in the newspaper, and shows me the page that lists all the doctors in Baltimore.

A bunch of high school volunteers are hanging out in my room and they're talking to each other about how stupid I am to not even know my doctor's number.  I go up to them and tell them my phone's contact list is broken, and I'd like them to get out.  "Touchy, touchy," one of them mutters as they go out.

At first I can't find her name in the paper, but then I realize its alphabetical by first name.  When I call her office, the voicemail says "The doctor will be unavailable for the next 17 hours.  She's taking some me-time to go shopping, get her hair done, enjoy the sunshine..." I hang up the phone.

"It looks like she's not coming," I tell Matthew and the doula. 

Then I notice two kids playing with toy trucks at my feet.  This family is hanging out in my bathroom.  Toy cars and action figures litter the ground around the Jacuzzi, which is now filled.  I tell the family to get out.

The Mom asks me, "When are you going to be done in here, because my kids really like playing here,"

"This is not a playground, and I'm having a baby!" I said. When they go, they leave all their toys scattered around the bathroom.

Then a Mexican film crew comes in and starts setting up their lights and cameras.  They put a big pink blanket on the floor that they want me to give birth on.  "And if you could speak Spanish the entire time, that would be really helpful,"  the director tells me.  I tell them very politely that I don't want to give birth on the floor, trying to remember my high school Spanish.  They leave, grumbling.

The nurse comes back in and tells me I'm only 1 cm dilated.  Suddenly I remember I haven't done my five things they taught me in Bradley Class to determine whether I'm in false labor or not. I haven't had a single contraction since I got to the hospital.

"Matthew, why didn't you remind me to do the five things?" I ask.

"Oops," he said.

Then I wake up, still pregnant and not in labor.



 
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I slept for 13 hours last night.  I didn't take my nap yesterday, that's probably why.

I had a crazy dream.  It was very stressful.  I don't think my labor experience will be anything like this, which is good.

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Swelling

Jun. 24th, 2009 07:50 am
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First they came for my engagement ring.  I was able to wear my wedding ring for another month, but then that had to come off too.  My doctor told me it was good I did, because she's had to cut two women's wedding rings off when their hands swelled too much.

Then my wristwatch started to press in.  That was the next to go.

And now my feet.  Oh, my poor little footsies.  I realized when doing my laundry today that there were no socks because all I can wear are my flip-flops.  They're not looking too bad right now, but I'm sure by later it will look like I'm carrying donuts around my ankles.

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