Current Mood: Annoyed

You know why I'm annoyed? It's not the fact that I was awakened at 1:30 am, was unable to get back to sleep although the baby was sleeping, and was still awake when the toddler got up at 4:30. Nope, that's not it. Or that my baby has decided to cry herself to sleep. Not that either.

I'm annoyed with my body. Darn tabernacle of flesh.

Up until about two and a half years ago, my body was wonderful. Dependable. Rarely sick. Sure, there were things I'd have changed about it (I'd really like new, non-splotchy skin) but basically my body and I got along.

When I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes during my first pregnancy, I felt betrayed. My body was no longer living up to its end of the bargain, which was: I'll feed it, do some measure of halfway regular excercise, and get enough sleep (that was the easy part). In return, my body would function as advertised.

But suddenly I was counting carbohydrates and poking my fingers four times a day to keep an eye on what my rogue body was doing.

Luckily, that resolved itself after delivery, but I had wised up: my body was not to be trusted. So during my second pregnancy, I was so good about my eating, I excercised every day, I was not going to repeat that awful diabetes experience again. And, I didn't.

My body had other plans for me. Low platelets and a previa are a bad combination. Let's not dwell on it.

My platelets had normalized enough for me to have an epidural, and I assumed that was that. At my postpartum visit, my doctor did some routine bloodwork, just to ensure that my platelets had normalized.

They hadn't. They had fallen. And so that's how, just when I thought I could be done seeing doctors for maybe two consecutive minutes, I went to a hematologist today. My low platelets could be any number of things: HIV, lupus, a vitamin deficiency, an inflamed spleen, a malfunctioning liver, etc. Sounds fun, huh? The doctor said my levels aren't low enough to require any treatment, and I don't have any symptoms, so I'm really not worried about it. They're just doing tests and keeping an eye on things. Which means....

More appointments. More needles. More babysitters.

Annoyed.