well today i had to go run various errands in town involving (but not limited to) picking up paycheck, dropping off preregistration junk at the hospital, paying for childbirth classes, getting some tests run at the doctors office, mailing maternity leave stuff to the tribe, paying car payment, bank, getting lunch.


well, im in line at subway and i start to brown out. i wake up on the floor with an awesome fat lip, promptly faint again im told. next thing i remember is im in a chair and andrew is there (i guess i gave them his number at work) and teh paramedics are taking me to the hospital.

they run a slew of tests, my doctor looks like tim curry circa 1976(seriously all i could think about was how perfect of a frank he'd dress up as)




they think the baby was sitting on a vein and not enough blood was getting to my head for a few seconds. they gave me fluids, ran some more tests and sent me on my way.


the baby and i are fine.
go team.


ps - all attempts to check said spawn on belly were met with kicking from the aforementioned captain wombtastic.