For My Own Protection

For the past couple weeks, I wake up each morning to find I can no longer bend my fingers. They have been swollen for a couple of months now, but this new sensation feels like I jammed each finger on my hand during a vigorous overnight basketball game.

This seemed like just another senseless pregnancy side effect until the pain prevented me from putting a fist through my ridiculously slow computer during work today. At the height of my crankiness, I am unable to punch my electronics or make a fist to threaten the incredibly annoying woman at the doctor’s office who insists that I must be having twins. Maybe Mother Nature knows what she’s doing after all.