I've officially decided I'm out of the "fun" part of being pregnant, and getting into the nitty-gritty. Disclaimer: If you are one of the handful of males who reads this blog and you are not my husband, feel free to skip this paragraph. Lots of bodily functions up in here. I think I preferred the shiny hair and strong nails that come with the second trimester to...drumroll please....leaky bladder, leaky boobs, loads of gas, and yeast infections. These fun things are all apparently brought to me by the 3rd trimester, which officially begins this Saturday, not last. The math they use to figure out due dates and trimesters is waaaay beyond me. If it weren't for Gerber Baby emails telling me where I was in my pregnancy, I'd be lost.
This morning found JBB and I at an impromptu doctor's visit after a few days of increased "leaking" - which I was fairly certain was just from having a bowling bowl sitting on my bladder, but as my degree is in English and History (woohoo liberal arts!) and not obstetrics, I wasn't comfortable with the final decision being up to me. At times like these, I really, really wish JBB could be pregnant too, so there was someone else experiencing what I was; another voice of reason to say, "Be worried about this," or, "No big deal. Proceed." It's like being at the eye doctor, and I'm in the hot seat, and the whole future of my vision rests on me, and me alone deciding, "Which line is bolder?", or "Which circle is floating?" I. Don't Know. What if I choose the wrong one, and doom myself to a year of headaches from a wonky prescription, until I can redeem myself in 12 months? Eye doctor appointments really stress me out. Anyway - last night we called the "after-hours" hotline and spoke to the doctor on call, who couldn't have been nicer. He had us come in this morning just to be extra-cautious, and make sure nothing more ominous than your garden-variety incontinence was happening. Which, thank goodness, it wasn't. (Hip hip hooray for bladder incontinence!)
Fast forward to this afternoon at CVS: purchasing pantyliners, Monistat 7, and toilet paper was perhaps a personal low for me. Feeling like I was at Hook's in the 8th grade buying tampons for the first time, I decided to use the "self check-out," against my better judgement. (Personal rant: self check-out NEVER ends up quicker. Never. Something always mucks up the system, usually produce. So much for trying to eat healthy.) Anyway - of course, while trying to pay, the light above the machine starts flashing, and a robot starts chirping, "Help is on it's way". As if I was going into labor in the drugstore. I half expected the Canadian Royal Mounties to come charging up on their horses to rescue me. Instead, a bored looking CVS cashier came over, lifted the Monistat 7 out of the bag, and then put it back in. Suddenly, I could pay. Apparently the machine thought I had bagged the goods without paying for it. They were on to me. So much for my stealthy check-out.
And that was just my 30 minute lunch break. Today, as luck would have it, also happened to be the day our work was migrating all computers and phones to a new server, and we "launched" our 2013 500 Festival volunteer website, a big day for me. (Volunteer for me people! It's fun.) Of course, my computer was the "problem child." Finally, 2:30 rolls around and my email was working, thanks to the patience of our IT support. In come dozens and dozens of emails from volunteers with questions over their registration.As I plow through their emails, I realize it's been nearly 30 minutes, so I of course have to go to the bathroom. I come back a mere 90 seconds later, and I am logged completely out of my computer. In a last-ditch effort, I log-in as my co-worker, hoping that will work. It does, for about 20 minutes; in perhaps the funniest part of this whole charade, I begin to print emails only to find out they will only print to the private printer of our CEO's personal assistant, and then only on letterhead, to boot! At this point, I hung it up for the day and headed home. As my favorite literary heroine, Scarlett O'Hara, says, "Tomorrow is another day!" (Speaking of which - I thought today was Tuesday all day, until I got home. I was legitimately thrilled when I found out it is Wednesday. Silver lining.)
So. That's it from the Blythe front. Cookie is great - she/he is kicking up a storm, and JBB and I love her more every day. Even when she busts mommy's bladder. Monday is our 28 week appointment...bring it on glucose test, RH shot, and whatever else you're poking and prodding! While that appointment promises to be a good time, we are especially looking forward to our "work baby shower" next Wednesday at Half Baked pottery!
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| Sideways flowers from JBB make any day better!!! |
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| Cookie is sooo lucky to have so many people excited for her arrival. Looking forward to a great night! |
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