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May 2, 2011

To Find a Filter

This past week was the week of "if it could happen, then it would." Right from the get-go on Sunday night, we realized that we were in for one of THOSE weeks so we buckled our seat belts, put our tray tables in their upright and locked positions, and held on for dear life.

Those of you who watch my Twitter stream probably realize that I stayed up to the ungodly hour of three last Monday morning to finish up a few blogging loose ends. Somewhere around 2am, I glanced down at my arms only to realize that the dry skin I thought I was itching was, in fact, hives.

I would like to take a moment to remind all of you that I was diagnosed with PUPPS during my first pregnancy and though I relish the opportunity to add yet another freakish incident to my list of lifetime pregnancy symptoms, hives just wasn't what I was hoping to achieve.

I scratched my way though the night and dragged my leprosy-lookalike ailment to see my midwife the next afternoon. After a whole round of discussions about exactly what I did differently on Sunday from any other day of the week and a consultation with some medical books about extremely rare pregnancy conditions, we determined that I have developed a pregnancy-induced allergy to SOMETHING.

Please don't let that SOMETHING fool you. I know exactly what that SOMETHING is and normally I would share it with all of you too, right along with talk about my boobs, the toddler's poopsplosions, and how I will be leaking out of every available orifice shortly after giving birth in a few more months. But this SOMETHING is just a little too intimate to share with the whole of the Western world, which means that yes, at long last, I've finally found my filter.

Apparently, I have to draw the line somewhere. Mother, you may celebrate.

Not to be outdone by the beginning of the week, the remainder involved a whole variety of topics which fell under the "if it could, then it would" category, including near-frostbite temperatures at our house-purging garage sale and a sick toddler who graciously shared those germs with his mama, all while I bravely attempted to leave a minimum of one layer of skin my body in the midst of the incessant itching.

But despite it all, some good seems to have come from this highly unusual week if for no other reason than the fact that I seem to have finally found a single topic that won't be covered in this blog. But don't you all start worrying- before you turn around twice, there will be more talk about BOOBS! and NURSING! and MILK EXPLOSIONS! than you can handle.

Brace yourselves.


  1. I hope you feel better soon! Hives are no fun!!

  2. Thanks Verna! It's seemed to improve a bit over the past week... I'm just hoping it stays that way now!

  3. OMG now I'm dying of curiousity!

  4. Believe me...I AM indeed celebrating the ldiscovery of the long-lost filter! Any word yet on test results from the doctor's office?