I’m still on house quarantine, so weekends are not very exiting around here. I did insist that my husband walk over to the International Charity Bazaar and have a margarita on my behalf. He also had lunch, a glass of wine, did some shopping, and visited with several friends; all while I laid on the couch and worried. Just kidding, I’m glad he had fun.
We were without a dishwasher throughout the weekend (since last Monday to be exact), but as of this afternoon, it’s repaired, I hope.
While we were living in Berlin, we were asked to move from house A to house B, a move we welcomed. Unfortunately the movers smashed in the front of my slow cooker, though it still worked, so I didn’t say anything. The appliance finally died (due to it’s injury? I’m not sure), so I ordered another one. It arrived on Friday, so I made a roast yesterday. I had planned to throw the broken slow cooker away, but there are a few people who would like to attempt to “fix it” first, so I’ll keep it around for now.
the broken slow cooker
The cramping continues. I have minutes of feeling okay, start to have hope, and then the cramping starts again. Since I have numerous pregnancy tests around, I decided to test again yesterday, stupid, I know. Obviously if I had HCG in my system on Friday, regardless of what is happening now, there is still enough to result in a positive home pregnancy test. Anyway, still positive, still cramping, still occasionally spotting, and still scared to death.
I made an appointment with my GP this week. I need to have a repeat TSH (thyroid) test, and might as well have him draw a beta, too. I’ll let you know, one way or the other.