Two things have been prevalent on my mind this weekend. One, is pretty minor, but comes with weird fears. The other, well, its sort of major, I guess.
The first- I have my first dental "work" appointment in over 10 years tomorrow morning. I have 3 cavities that have to be filled. Unfortunately, I've put them off for a while, (one time I cancelled because I chickened out, the next time because the RE didn't want me to have any work done until I was out of my first trimester. Which, as a total aside, I will be out of tomorrow. woot!) I have this weird fear that its going to hurt really bad. I mean, I've had stuff done before. In fact, one of the cavities is simply a place where an old filling fell out. But, its been so long that a little fear has set in, I guess. I have even been dreaming about it the last few nights. Logically, I know its not a big deal. Emotionally, I have a sick feeling in my tummy. I don't want to go!
The second- I have my Nuchal Fold scan on Tuesday morning at 11:30 CST. I wasn't really all that nervous about it until yesterday. I started to get a little concerned that it seems like I haven't grown much, belly wise, in several weeks. It seemed like I bloomed rather quickly in the uterus department, and now there hasn't been much change. Of course, I'm concerned that this means there is a problem. I'm sure its fine. (again, the logic part of me tries to reason with the emotional part.) But, there's always this little voice in my head that says things can always go wrong. The trick is trying to take that little voice and make the best of my life, versus sulking in fear. Right?
Anyway, if any of you feel so inclined to say a quick prayer for me for my NT scan on Tuesday, that would be so great. As for the dentist tomorrow, I plan to take a muscle relaxer before I go. (just teasing... I think.)
Dear author of "What to Expect When You're Expecting",
Maybe you should consider the fact that women like to read during each of their pregnancies. Not just the first one. So when you write things like "you probably won't be showing, yet" or "you won't be able to feel the baby move for some time", you don't turn people like me off. Because, let's face it, I've been in maternity gear since before the pee had time to dry on the stick, and I'm pretty positive I can now tell the difference between fetal movement and gas. Maybe you should just write a new book, like "What to expect when you're expecting...again." Or, "So you're knocked up for the fourth time." Maybe "A Pregnancy Journal for a Woman Who's Had More Pregnancies Than Area Codes in Her State." (I have many more where those came from, too, but I'll spare you.)
I'm still reading, but barely
p.s. I've included evidence of said "showing" that I'm not supposed to have yet according to your book.
I know you're super proud of yourself for learning how to push our kitchen chairs around, then climbing up on them. However, I'm kind of over the climbing up on the table, counters, touching the stove, and getting into the closet, etc. You're more than welcome to stop doing that. Please.
your tired-of-freaking-out mommy
Dear Zeke part II,
Oh, and if you'd like to stop falling and hitting yourself in random places, I'd love that, too. You have enough bruises.
you're a strange, strange thing. Sure, the weekend was beautiful. But, going from 83 degrees and sunny yesterday, to nasty storms today, to only 58 tomorrow is rough.
please, pretty please, stop doing things you're not supposed to do. I'm tired of getting after you all of the time, and I'm sure you're tired of listening me get after you. I don't know if you're trying to get attention, so I am trying to make an effort to give you some positive attention. (Although, I doubt this is the case since you seem to be doing these things in private and trying to hide them.) Please stop and remember to think before you act.
Not looking forward to 50 hour work weeks. This means that I will 1. miss you a lot, or 2. miss your help a lot. I think maybe both equally some days, and more number 2 some others.
All of my love,
Dear Dr. C's office,
Please call me back and give me the correct phone number for my appointment for my Nuchal Fold scan Friday. I loathe making phone calls, and today was my scheduled day to do so. Seeing as how you gave me some random, funky, non-answering phone number I'm guessing that it is not the right one. Then, seeing as how you called me back with another number and I called THAT place, which has never heard of me, I'm guessing its messed up on your end again. I need that information so I can make yet, more, phone calls.
the lady who-has-a-strange-phobia-of-calling-new-places