was going to post five days' worth of pent-up annoyance, but i'll try to keep it short and spare at least some of the details.
i went to the doctor on monday, as usual. my doctor looked at my impressive swelling and my blood pressure, stripped my membranes, and sent me to the hospital for a crapload of bloodwork and a non-stress test. he also threatened to induce my labor that day if everything wasn't peachy keen, which didn't exactly thrill me; i am, at least, happy that my baby's birthday was not monday. anyway, everything turned out ok enough for me to go home on strict bedrest. he (doctor) thinks i have mild toxemia, and he would rather it stay that way. or something. it's hard to tell what my doctor really thinks, because he's weird. anyone who decides to make a living in obstetrics and gynecology is obviously not entirely right in the head.
for what it's worth, bedrest is torture when you have fifteen million things you need to do but you can't do them with your feet up.
anyway, i'm apparently going to have a baby sooner than we thought. the doctor (when he's not actively encouraging me to have a baby right then) says a week to ten days is a good guess, and that i'll almost surely not make it to my due date. my family's starting to take bets (on time, date, weight and length.) as for me, i'd rather her come as a scorpio than a libra, but whatever she does is cool as long as she's healthy.... and if your birthday is happening any time soon, i'd rather not give birth then if that's OK with you....
OK, this post is way longer than it was supposed to be. so sorry. bleh.
oh, and i have a cellphone now. email me if you want the number/would like to give me your contact info.