Meet my old nemesis, tachycardia...I have complained about it before, and it came back last night at the convenient hour of 5am. Basically it is when you feel like you are going to die b/c your heart is racing...mine was about 130 or so...thought I was going to die, again...it was comforting to hear that when I told my doctor what happened, she said (without me mentioning) that when women have this they feel like they are going to die...I am NOT crazy!! Anyways, long story short, after I was able to get control of the good old heart I vowed not to take my ventolin again...so I have not taken it for probably 15 hours or so...I pray to God that by not taking that medicine I will not start cramping or contracting...but if I do I will just go to the hospital and see my best friend the mag bag.

On a more positive note, the doctor said milli is now 2 pounds 10 oz...way to go milli...we got to see the little guy on the sonogram...poor thing doesn't know how nuts his mom is...actually I would like to retract that statement b/c I really don't think I am nuts except when I am responsible for bringing another human being into the world. I mean, that is a big responsibility...and when there are complications, I think being nuts is justified...so there.