Which the vast majority of you know, but for the scattered handful that did not: Hi. I'm still alive.
It's been a crazy few months. Gracie had her overnight EEG, we learned a few things, we increased her meds.
So anyway. Since then, she's had one small staring spell, but has not had a grand mal seizure for six weeks and THAT is something, right there. I still snap my head around anytime she sighs heavily, gorans, or, you know, makes any kind of odd noise, but fortunately, I'm not greeted with blue lips and clenched fists lately. So to say things are much, much better is the understatement of the century.
So why haven't I been blogging? True story: you know how sometimes when you're pregnant (if you've been pregnant), you find yourself intensely repulsed by peanut butter, or ketchup, or strawberries? About six weeks ago, I found myself utterly incapable of even opening this page. Looking at the link in my drop-down menu made me dry-heave.
That's right: the caboose is on the way. And has brought with him/her THE worst morning (HA bullshit misnomer) sickness of any of my pregnancies. And in addition to near-constant gagging, an inability to drink plain water or even THINK about touching food that isn't an eggo waffle or Progresso 99% fat-free minestrone, apparently this baby has a blog aversion. Who knew. But now that I am only sick in the evenings, and am once again able to handle food products, I am also finding myself able to blog again. Which is good because I would really kick myself if I didn't document any of this. IT'S JUST BEEN SO FUN.