2 Weeks.

2 weeks!  2 weeks!

Gawd, but that’s too close and too far away.

I’d be anti-nesting if I had the luxury, but with the heat the house hasn’t gotten a good cleaning in a while, so I’m scrambling to move it back into the not-gross category before this weekend, since we’re having a day or two here where the weather is actually bearable.  Then it should be easy to touch up the next week.  My mother will be here that Saturday, and baby’ll be Monday morning.  Assuming, of course, that he waits that long, and none of the medical people lose their nerve in the meantime.  Which I almost wish they would, because as much as I want my mother to get here for this I’m really, really tired of going to the doctor three times a week.  It’s really regained its air of being a punishment for imperfect health rather than a simple information-gathering exercise.  And it’s freaking exhausting to get lectured that often.  I don’t think that for the most part the tone is meant to be insulting, but being grilled several times a week can make it seem that way.  And if you question anything, you wind up being treated like the veeeeery sloooooow person you obviously are.  So smile and do what you’re told, pregnant woman!  You can have your humanity back when the kid turns 18.

My favorite health lecture of all time, though, has to be the one that came from Mary the Midwife, right after I had Sadie.  This was three or four days after she was born, and I was just starting to feel human again after the crisis-laden fiasco that was her birth (hell, my blood pressure *still* consistently reads ten points higher at that hospital...), and she lectured me about...eating french fries.  Seriously.  Shows up in the middle of my lunch for the daily visit, and while it’s sitting there getting cold so *she* can keep *her* schedule, she starts in on me about how I can’t be eating that way.

Like I can’t manage the proper amount of self-hate without help.  Which is especially pointless because french fries didn’t cause what happened, but that’s the nature of self-hate, no?  Especially when you’re projecting your own onto the patients…

*sigh*

If she hadn’t left the practice, I would have.

Anyway, off for YET ANOTHER ULTRASOUND because this baby is in imminent danger from my attempts to kill it by having perfectly controlled blood pressure.  That’s why he kept me up half the night working out.  It’s like damned boot camp in there, y’all.

I’ll be back.

1. Test

   Posted by  on  08/06  at  03:54 PM  from 

2. Test while not logged on…

   Posted by Jay Solo  on  08/06  at  03:55 PM  from  Nowhere, Man

3. AGH! Medical professionals! I say eat your french fries.

   Posted by sarahk  on  08/07  at  10:31 AM  from  south of hell
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