So after a wonderful weekend the other shoe had to drop right?  Yup.  Let's review.  I found out Baby X is breech.  That is a 3% chance at term.  Jeff bought me a scratch ticket that day.  No winner.  Sunday I felt a little itchy and momentarily entertained the notion that maybe I was having a reaction to the massage oil.  But I was kidding myself, I knew what it was.  It is something that you have a 1% chance of getting during pregnancy.  PUPPP.  I know this because I had it with Keegan.  The odds of getting it again?  .25%.  Yay me.  You can't truly appreciate it until you see pictures.  Now mine doesn't look like this yet.  But the belly shots are what it looked like the last time I had it.  I looked up my archives to refresh my memory.  Needless to say this was a depressing development.  The first night I did not sleep well.  I ended up staying home from work yesterday and slept from 8am to 12pm.  Then I tried to get an appointment.  They told me to call back today in the morning.  Last night I got even less sleep.  There was one trip to the bathroom at 2am to reapply an OTC cream I knew was safe.

I did go into work today because I had been warned about a surprise party for me.  I called and found out I had a midwife appointment at 10:20.  I left full of cake and headed down to the office.  They were running about an hour behind so I curled up on the paper on the exam table and tried to rest.  Once I was seen she believed my self diagnosis and we talked about options.  She prescribed an oral antihistamine because she was worried about using a steroid cream on such a large surface area.  It could impact the baby, specifically the adrenal glands.  So in four years they have not made any progress with the treatment.  I did see a new study where they think DNA from a male baby might cause an immune reaction.  Who knows?  The bottom line is whether or not the baby stays breech and I have a c-section or he flips and I can go regular I still have to put up with PUPPP until at least 39 weeks.