It helped that we had a very chatty technician who had OBVIOUSLY taken the time to read my chart ahead of time and was so nice to us. (I filled out a complimentary comment card about her because David and I both loved her so much.) Also the doctor was great and he even signed off on scan of my cervix (that my OB told me he would order but evidently did not) because I was paranoid about it for no good reason except I JUST WAS. I mean, what if this was the one thing I overlooked this time, you know?
At the end of it all, they gave me a print out of all baby's numbers and measurements, which made me immeasurably happy because PAPERWORK! It makes me feel like I am in control of something! I could stare at all the numbers to my heart's content. The baby was measuring very nicely and overall growth was in the 49th percentile, which makes me very happy. Head growth was slightly ahead compared to abdomen, (a couple of days) but nothing to be concerned about. In fact, one of the doctors said that's because of the baby's big brain (of course, by "one of the doctors," I mean the pregnant girl with a PhD looking at her own baby on the screen).
* Eliza's tree at our house is blooming big time. It's all pink and gorgeous and it's the prettiest thing on our whole block and I see her trees all over town now and sometimes I let myself imagine teaching the Deuce to identify them as Eliza's trees and it makes me all bittersweetly happy.
|pink blossoms and blue sky|
* I'm teaching a Modern Fiction class this semester, and I assigned a short but gorgeous little novel called The Return of the Soldier by Rebecca West. I read this in grad school and loved it. It's about a soldier who is injured in WWI and suffers from amnesia. I don't want to give any plot spoilers away, but it just so happens that this soldier and his wife also had a baby boy who died (you find that out in the opening chapter). Somehow THAT point resonates with me a little differently these days... Anyway, it's a heartbreaking story that's beautifully written, and although this particular passage is not about the loss of a child, it's about grief, and it reminded me of those awful, early days:
Indeed grief is not the clear melancholy the young believe it is. It is like a siege in a tropical city. The skin dries and the throat parches as though one were living in the heat of the desert; water and wine taste warm in the mouth and food is of the substance of the sand; one snarls at one's company; thoughts prick one through sleep like mosquitoes...
* The weather is bizarrely warm here for March. It's been around 80 all week long. I do not have the maternity clothes for this. I do not want to buy them.
* I downloaded a kick count app on my phone. My doctor told me that we don't start kick counts until 28 weeks, but THIS doctor (by which I mean myself) says it's fine to start at 24 weeks. Whatever keeps my crazy at a minimum, you know?
* One week until Spring Break. I have an article I need to
* I made David play this word game last night:
He did it twice. TWICE. Before he realized what he was saying and looked at me in disgust. I laughed so hard I cried. Then he told me that if I were a student at his school, I'd get in-school suspension for that kind of thing. Which made me laugh more. As my brother said, elementary school principals evidently don't appreciate anatomical hilarity. English professors evidently do.
* I now have a shopping list specifically for deodorants that I want to try. I've tried Toms before and didn't feel like it worked well for me, but I haven't specifically tried the lavender or powder scents, so maybe I'll give it another go. I'm also very interested in the Adidas that so many of you recommended, so it's in my Amazon cart at the moment. Oh interwebz, who knew I would have so much to say about my armpit sweat/stink?
* Dairy Queen is still offering buy one blizzard get one for 99 cents. They are not paying me to say that. It's more of a public service announcement. You're welcome.