I haven’t mentioned being pregnant for a while here, and since being pregnant is a lot that’s on my mind these days, I think I’ll go ahead and bring it up again.  You see, in addition to all the amazingness of having a little creature kicking around inside, and getting to see him (yes, it’s a boy) in fuzzy outlines on the ultrasound screen, something about his presence in my body is making my heart do very strange things.  Like dance the funky chicken minus any rhythm whatsoever.  A lot.

As funny as this might be to picture, it isn’t funny to feel.  And my energy level is starting to act like I’m running marathons constantly.  With a limp.

Sooo…I’ve had a bunch of blood work done to try to figure out what the problem is, and worn a monitor to record my heart for 24 hours, and now must wait until Friday to see the cardiologist who will hopefully divine some meaning from all the scores.  Please send happy, peaceful wishes to my dancing, a-rhythmic heart, and another few to the growing baby whom, I only assume, needs it to work more properly.  Thanks.

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