I am so happy to be coming off of prednisone.  It made for an interesting day yesterday, what with the vision fading in & out and the dizziness and the lightheadedness.  Made it a bit difficult to fill out the insurance forms since instead of black and white, I was getting the technicolor sparkly version of reality!

But I think I’m over the worst of that, and I was able to (almost) sleep through the night.  Sleeplessness for a mere 15 minutes is purely amazing when one has gotten used to (?) being awake for 2-3 hours every time the bladder makes a demand.  I feel well rested (as opposed to hyperactive) for the first time in a long time.

And here we are at 9 weeks, 3 days (give or take a day or two).  I’m experiencing serious, serious relief at having made it this far.  We’re now into record-breaking territory, and I can’t express how good that feels.  Especially since the yechh seems to be waning and the boobs are settling down into their new voluptuousness without quite so much constant, reassuring agony.  Actually, I was gearing up for some nervousness with that, but then the dog obligingly kicked me several times last night.  Oh yeah.  They’re still there.  Oh yeah.

Spotting’s still there too, it just is.  I’m trying to ignore it and concentrate on important things.

Like Cadbury eggs.

And like the fact that my middle SD’s boyfriend emailed me – at her suggestion – to pick my brain about buying a dog.  This is momentous for many reasons.  A)  Middle SD used to refer to me as ‘she who must not be named.’  Yeah, seriously.  And, no, she’s old enough to know better (24)  Relations have thawed over the last couple of years, but then there was this week’s revelation, so I’m purely delighted that she at least pronounced my name in the safety of her boyfriend’s arms when the topic of ‘dog’ came up.  B)  If ever a human being needed a pet to care for and cuddle, it’s this young woman.  C)  Her having a dog means we’ll be dogsitting rather often, I suspect.  This is a good thing.

The other girls didn’t take it as well.  Eldest is just slightly melancholy, because it means the construct of her family is changing and she doesn’t really like change.  But she will be kind, and she will deal with it.  Youngest SD was pissy about her father telling her on the phone instead of waiting til she was down here next weekend.  However, if he’d waited and one of her sisters had told her, she’d've been cranky about that.  It’s a no-win, but I feel bad for him.  I really think they’ll be fine.  They are all more maternal than not, and the irresistibility of new baby-toy will likely be all they need to be delighted, once Sprog is actually here.  But I do feel sorry for them.  I’d've been a nutjob if my dad had gotten married and had another kid once I was grown.  It’s a lot to wrap your head around, that your daddy is also someone else’s – someone not your mom’s – husband.  This’ll be ok, but I wish it wasn’t so hard for all of us.

Off to the Realm of Pain today, and hoping that there’s good news in my inbox regarding the fruit of all my hell-raising.  And if not, hoping that the Albanian deli sells Cadbury eggs…