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One of These Legs is Not Like the Other
So, we got to go on a date Friday night. That's a pretty rare occurrence, unfortunately. It was nice to spend some time alone, just the two of us. Oh, and the doctor. Because we spent our time together at the hospital. This is the background:
One of my legs became swollen. Just one. My doctor didn't think it was a problem, but said if it happened again, I should go in and get checked out. So, it did happen again, after the ward Christmas party--complete with blurry vision and headaches. We headed into the hospital, where I was hooked up and monitored. By that time, the swelling had mostly gone down, of course. I am fine, the little one is fine, and it's always nice to have alone time with my husband. Even if I'm in an attractive hospital gown that opens up the back with monitors stuck all over my body.
Come what may and love it!
