Blaming it all on the steroids

Well. I'm back, at least for the moment. I usually like to keep blogging upbeat, but. Here I am.

First off, I'm really thrilled to not be having a baby this week, at 33 weeks, like last time. That part is awesome.

But how to get through 7 more weeks?

The first time I even heard of ITP, I heard it described as stupid. Stupid ITP. Exactly. Since that's what I was diagnosed with two years ago, that about sums it up. In a nutshell, I have a low platelet count. And my doctor, trying to get my platelet count up to a safe level before this baby comes, has put me on prednisone. It's a goal I can't argue with...

But this is making me crazy. I can't sleep, I can't relax, I'm hungry all the time, and I'm having crazy mood swings. I'm hot and my face is red all the time. Yeah, these are all things that happen in late pregnancy, but I have never been so miserably pregnant before. So I'm blaming it all on the steroids.

Stupid ITP.