Where is Dr. Phil when you need him?

Yesterday pretty much sucked...and I hate using that word but it is the best way to describe the mess.

First there was the not so enjoyable phone call with my doctor. I have been having insane dizzy spells and some crazy leg swelling that is pretty abnormal for only being 8 weeks and 6 days pregnant. I was hoping they would say it was the progesterone supplement and tell me I could stop taking it. Due to the "postal" feeling I have while I am on this crazy stuff I would love to stop the medicine. Nope not at all what they told me when they called. I will spare you the details of the conversation but I was told the following things: come home if possible, either way you must have 75% of your time OFF your feet, more rest, no direct sunlight, no heat, do not get over heated, really watch what you eat (um not a problem), no stress. All this under the overarching impression that if I do not follow this directive I will be in a serious physical condition.

So what happens as soon as you hear the words "no stress"? Well if you are me then life dumps a huge heaping pile of stress right on your plate and forces you to eat it. I hate drama, I hate drama with certain people in my life more than others. I just want to have a nice visit with my parents without drama. Why is this never a possibility? I just want to have a nice visit where I don't feel like tearing my hair out! Sometimes with certain people I feel like I am a living episode of Dr. Phil, and I hate that the relationships are ever this complicated.

Well off to try and put out the drama fires...crossing my fingers, legs, and toes that it does not turn into something that makes the visit more difficult.