I'm sick to death (hee hee) of clogging up my blog with stuff about my particular condition. So ... this is the last update. If your morbid curiousity (or true affection) drive you to seek more info, email me.

For those late to the party: I'm eight weeks pregnant. While that makes me nuts (I like babies, just not throwing up every day for all nine months), the real problem is that I had a virus about twelve weeks ago (flu/cold/virus/whatever). While I was walking two miles a day before the virus, after having the virus for a few days I couldn't walk around the block (1/6 of a mile). My blood pressure went nuts, probably malignent hypertension possibly triggered by the virus. Then I got pregnant, which precludes treating the malignent hypertension. My doctor freaked out, my husband is in denial, and I'm off on a round of specialists (starting to track baseline tests so they can determine later if home semi-bedrest is working, or if I have to be hospitalized).

While I am profoundly grateful for modern medicine, its possible that there are homeopathic ideas that might keep me alive and relatively undamaged for another 7 months. And prayer helps, although its a little pushy to suggest people pray for me for SEVEN MONTHS! But, if you're motivated ...

Thats all, unless you ask. Afterall, I'm tired of being a little-black-rain-cloud drooping over the beach (and no jokes about me actually being a huge-beige-rain-cloud).