Okay, so before I start talking about how much I'm freaking out, let me say I'm not bleeding and I have no reason to think I'm miscarrying.
But OMG, I'm freaking out.
I have been bitten by a tick once since I got married 4 years ago. It was May 2009. How do I remember that so well? Because I was 9 weeks pregnant with my son. It was stressful. Lyme Disease can be very serious for pregnancy and a fetus. We had to send the tick off to be tested for all sorts of diseases (not just Lyme Disease) and after 2 weeks of waiting and $600 of tick tests not covered by insurance we learned the tick was not diseased. Phew.
Can you guess where this ridiculously random story is going next? Yes. Fuck. My. Luck.
I have a fucking tick on me right now. 2 tick bites in 4 years. Both in the first trimester of pregnancies. Someone compute the odds of that. Really.
It's tiny right now, so it hasn't been on me long. But here's more suckiness - because of where it is, I can't reach it well enough to get it off myself without worrying about tearing it and the head being stuck inside. So I have to wait . . . hours for my husband to get home and help.
I have a possibly diseased parasite sucking my pregnant blood right now, and there is NOTHING I can do about it for at least another 6 hours.
Fucking awesome. Really.
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