Non-stress test complete...and good news, milli is not stressed out (must be nice). The test consisted of me being hooked up to two monitors on my belly, one for contractions and one for milli's heartbeat...then I had a blood pressure cuff on, where they took my blood pressure every 15 mins, and then I had a little clicker that I had to push every time milli moved...I am sure I was quite the sight...oh and my hand was all wrapped up. The test lasted like an hour, and the results were good, I was told to keep laying down etc...and see my doctor on Monday.

On to the next story...went back to the damn dermatologist today...my hand is seriously disturbed. I now have an allergy test taped to my back...fabulous...it is about 12inches by 12 inches, and it has 20 different elements on this tape to see if I am allergic to any of them. The damn thing is crinkly and uncomfortable, and I can't get my stupid back wet for 2 days (ie no shower and in case you didn't know I can't take a bath b/c of my cerclage). The dermo says I have to be touching something or using some kind of product that is making my hand flare up again. I guess it did start to get worse again after I stopped covering it up...b/c it was looking better...so I thought I could get away with not covering it...but I have now resolved myself that I am going to leave my hand covered for at least the next month, regardless of what it looks like. It will probably cost me about $200 in gauze, but quite frankly I think it is worth it. I hope I don't turn into one of those weird people that always have gloves on...I have a new found respect for these people. I don't know if you have ever seen the people I am referring to. They are usually older people and they just wear gloves all the time, not b/c it is cold...just gloves 24/7...I am well on my way. I rule.

I have to thank my good friend Angela, who I probably haven't talked to for 4 months? She was kind enough to activate her cooking mother and take food over to my Dad and Mark and Granny while my mom is here trying her best to nurse me back to a somewhat stable state. I am lucky to have a friend I can call up and say..."ummm hey, I know I haven't talked to you in a decade...can you please take food to my family?" She is just that kind of friend...lucky me...