Just waiting for my teeth to start falling out

"Well, we ruled out a blood clot, though there is something there."

"Like what?"

"Could be a bruise, or something like cellulits."

"Cellulitis? What's that?"

"Its when you get an infection in...well, um..."

"Your cellulite?"

"Yeah."

Great. It's bad enough that I have cellulite to begin with, now it can get infected?! Of course, they don't know if that is, in fact, what is going on. Apparently, anything besided a blood clot is not worth worrying about...unless your me. I spent most of the time on the ultrasound table trying decide what event I would be good at for the para-olympics, because if it's not a blood clot, it's definitely a tumor and they will for sure cut off my leg. (I think Js hypochondria is rubbing off on me, this line of thought is more his style.)

I woke up yesterday morning with a pain on the side of my knee. It was sore to the touch and pretty much just felt like a bruise. I couldn't think of how I managed to bruise myselft there, but chalked it up as pregnant lady sleep flailing and hopped in the shower. I had my day planned. I was going to finish knitting a shower gift for a friend and then head downtown to shop for some cute maternity junk and hats to counteract the severe self esteem blow delived by a terrible haircut.

Well, half way through my stroll downtown my leg was really hurting. I felt the side of my knee and there was a distinct lump and boy, was it sore. So after my bandanna and hat purchase at Urban Outfitters, I head home and onto the internet.

Which is never a good idea.

The first scary thing I found was blood clots. Apparently pregnant ladies are prone to these, especially in the leg. So I call my mom, who tells me to call the doctor, who tells me to get my butt over to the office. She takes a quick look, furrows her brow and leaves the room. She comes back in and states she's sending me over to the hospital for an ultrasound of my leg...and since they are "squeezing me in" I could be there for hours. Which I was.

But luckily, no blood clot, which I guess could really be bad. So I was very relieved. However, now that we know what it isn't, I want to know what it is. It still hurts. It's definitely not a bruise...it's red and growing. It's about twice the size of yesterday morning. If it's an infection, I want it gone before it gets in the blood stream or anything...mama worry is kicking in full throttle. I don't have a 'regular' doctor yet, so I'm calling my OB today to find out what I should do.

So that's the drama. Geez, can anything else be up with me and my body? For real. Enough already. I really don't want this blog to become a dumping ground for my medical issues...first Shingles, and not to mention it's already named after my corn related digestive disorder. Did I tell you I have a zit on my shoulder?...well, I do. (and hairdresser from hell also stated I have "flake situation"...there, more than you ever wanted to know).