flabby brains

I'm having a hard time focusing on anything for longer than maybe 5 minutes at a time. I've been kind of wandering around in a haze of exhaustion and yuck, varying from nausea to headache to various achy spots on my legs and feet.

I'm retaining water in such a way that I can feel how swollen my hands are. I can't fully flex them without it being uncomfortable.

On Saturday we took Button to this animal thing at Thanksgiving Point, where we ran around looking at barnyard animals and trying to get him to pay more attention to the critters than to everyone else's strollers, which he kept trying to push around. We went to a baby shower, and then to my parents'. Button refused to take a nap until 4:30 that afternoon, a full 3 hours past his usual time. Yuck. At 3 that afternoon I started feeling gross, but felt better by the time we headed out on a double date with my parents at 6:45. We went to a choral concert. The concert hall was way stuffy, and I got overheated and nearly passed out, and got wheeled outside just as the first notes were being sung. I then spent 4 hours in a hospital hooked up to an IV and fetal monitor because I had 'overexerted' myself and was dehydrated. Go me! I've felt nauseated most of the time since then, despite being prescribed Zofran. So, suck. If it doesn't go away by Thursday I need to get in with my Ob and start complaining.

On the pain relief debate- my doctor offered up an as-yet unheard of option, a shot in the bottom that numbs the bits that'll be traumatized by pushing out a baby but leaves everything else alone. Both Ben and I like this option, since neither of us are happy with the side effects of the other medications and he wants me to have something to make himself feel better. (Yes, he actually admitted that.) It's something that is only administered as the baby is crowning. This option makes staying at home as long as possible a little more attractive, since in the hospital I might be pushed/tempted to take stronger stuff and because I'd like to loaf on my own bed as long as possible, and if I'll be sans meds then why not? Though leaving at the first sign of labor would mean divesting myself of my son sooner... hmm...

My son is adorable but demanding. And frustrating- he spent Saturday night with his aunt and was a perfect angel, but with us he wakes up every hour and squawks. Urgh.

This post probably proves how limp my brain has been lately. I can't say I really care.