The long weekend wasn't long enough. I've been really struggling with my plantar fasciitis these last four days. Yesterday was another all-day-in-my-bed-watching-TV-to-stay-off-my-foot day. I'm not too sure how this inability to exercise is going to affect me long term but I am starting to get worried that I am going to be unable to walk much until I can get some damn drugs in my body--in January. Staying off my foot as much as is humanly possible just doesn't seem to be doing much.

I've decided that I have struggled with tendon problems long enough in that heel (10+ years now) and I am going to see a specialist as soon as I am able to, postpartum. I am officially raising my white flag. I remember having x-rays taken of my heel when I first went to see the doc regarding the achillies tendonitis (my son was not quite a year old, then ) and the doctor said I had a bone spur developing. While I've never forgotten that, obviously, I have been able to do "home therapy" each time the tendon was damaged and be good as new in a few weeks. I picked that route because A) I am scared to death of being cut open and B) I was able to recover quickly from the tendonitis. But, this sucks. And, this is technically a new injury. The pain has moved down the tendon by about 6 inches. Also, my dad just had shoulder surgery on his tendon and he was "fine" in three or four days. If my 58 year old father who has abused his body his whole life can recover in a few days, I should be good to go, too, right?

I have also been sleeping a LOT the last week, or so. Combined with loss of appetite, mild nausea and some digestive problems. I'm not convinced I am sick and am just writing it off as pregnancy, for now. I've been keeping a close eye on my temperature and I've felt fine (aside from allergies). I'd love to spend an entire week in bed right now. That just sounds so lovely....and also sounds so completely out of character for me!

Oh, after several talks with my friend, I decided to go to the birthday party this past Sunday of that cute little man of mine. When he first saw me, he ran his little legs out and jumped on me and gave me an enormous hug! Yeah, I pretty much melted and decided whatever drama was going to happen that day was worth it. His psycho mom had to keep telling him to go see other people at the party and I, also, tried to encourage it. But, he kept coming back to climb in my lap and talk to me. I so missed that little guy. Psycho mom behaved herself, for the most part. The worst that happened was that she looked me up and down and said "you don't look pregnant." I look very pregnant--everyone I know has mentioned it. So, I just thanked her for the compliment and told her that I am still down 7.5 lbs from my pre-pregnancy weight. I could tell that comment totally irked her as she was trying to insult me. But, that was all the drama there was so I am happy that my presence did not ruin the party.