My legs and ankles were the worst. The were YOUGE, you guys. I mean, really. Even my slippers were tight, and socks? Psh. Socks left marks around my ankles that made me look like I was kidnapped and bound. My toes had fat rolls. I'm not even kidding.
|Left: After first steroid shot.|
Right: After second steroid shot.
Pride: None, apparently.
|Sweet, innocent Jen and Mark. Pre, preeclampsia/Hey Hey Hey Chins|
|Five days after baybee eviction.|
Missing at least 7 chins.
Please excuse the cry face. I was having problems controlling mah emotions.
I've got lots of requests for an Ainsley update and I SWEARZ I am going to update on her (and on the NICU experience in general) soon. I've got lots to tell you about her. All good. She's pretty Badass in the NICU. Seriously...she's great and beautiful and has all kinds of attitude and opinions about what should be happening in her isolette. She's breathing on her own and gaining weight and just generally being an impressive tiny human.
*That is, until my stomach started to deflate. And now there are stretch marks on my hips and a few little fuckers on my lower stomach. And I won't even get started on my bewbs and the damage done by ALL THIS MILK OH MY GOD.
One Year Ago: Dirty Thirty
Two Years Ago: And I shall call him: Dr. Handlebar Mustache
Three Years Ago: Are We Planning to Have Kids?