And though I had a low-grade headache most of the day, I didn't ever get to the pounding-migraine point today (yet). It's a joy. A true joy. I've been productive. I've had a little (tiny) bit of energy. I feel... human, even. I don't expect it to last, I really don't, but I'm just so thrilled to have this one day of not feeling like death warmed over.
The babies are still growing. I had an ultrasound yesterday and they're all fabulous. I felt horrifyingly bad at the appointment so I bitterly said to the doctor who was noting how great they look... "of course the parasites look terrific, it's MOM that's suffering!" He was sympathetic and talked to me a bit about my options for prophylactic migraine therapies. That's been the worst part, really. All the other pregnancy ickiness I can handle. It's like taking it for the team. But the migraines... now that's just insulting. Being in constant pain takes a real physical toll on my body, and I can't imagine that it's a good thing for the parasites, either. I was very glad to have a doctor take me seriously about the migraines. Most doctors brush them off... oh it's just a bad headache. No it's not. It affects everything... my vision, my stability, my ability to eat, my ability to perform basic household tasks, my ability to drive, everything. I'm seeing a neurologist next week. I saw him 8 years ago, but he's not geographically convenient to me. He's an elitist snob, but he's an excellent doctor. Hopefully, he'll have a decent solution for me.
In other news, as of this morning, I'm down another 2 pounds, which means I'm down 17 pounds since I got pregnant. Not the normal direction to be heading when pregnant with triplets, but I'm not sure what else to do about it.
And that's... about it.
