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Wednesday, April 18, 2007The Fifty Yard LineA strange analogy for someone who loathes football, but it's the first that came to mind. Today is my "official" (if there is such a thing) halfway mark for the pregnancy. Twenty weeks down. Twenty weeks to go. Little Girl is a feisty one. She doesn't just move around in there -- she dances. Seriously. I'm sure she's dancing. She especially loves to dance after I've had my morning coffee. Slowly but surely, all thoughts are turning toward welcoming Child Number Five. Dreams have turned from blue to pink, and I find myself getting all gooey over teeny-tiny pink things, like socks and drool bibs. I never thought I'd go all gooey over drool bibs again. Well, at least not until I became a grandmother. And while I'm in a rambly sort of mood, I simply must tell you that on Monday, not ten minutes after I'd posted my "Stupid Questions" diatribe, I called my midwife's office to reschedule my next appointment. I explained to the receptionist that I had an appointment scheduled for May 18 that I wanted to change to May 15. Her response? "Do you have a conflict?" Does it ever end? No, I don't have a conflict, ma'am. I'm just changing the appointment to screw up your schedule. Because I love wasting my time changing appointments just for the heck of it. Who hires these people? Really, I'm not in a perpetually ratty mood. I actually just had a delightful trip to Babies R Us to finish up my registry. I've got a new hair cut. The weather is actually warming up. And my daughters are finally -- finally -- showing real excitement about the new baby. I was beginning to think it would never happen. Life is good. Now if I could just focus my hormone-impaired mind and get some writing done, I'd be in excellent shape. Wish me luck. |
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3of my readers are feeling chatty:
After reading this post I have to say: Yes, life IS good. God bless! =)
Do you have a conflict? Are you kidding me?!? My sarcastic nature always wants to answer these questions, and I often have to restrain myself from the things I would love to say.
I once worked for an office that had an actual list of questions to ask people before we could let them reschedule. We had to try to get them to come in on the same day, no matter what. Our boss would listen in randomly, and if we didn't ask every question and try and force the poor patient to come in, we'd get hauled in the back and raked over the coals. There were some pretty stupid questions on that form. We were all so happy to have to use those. Sigh. I blame management consultation groups.
Here's a great stupid question for you. I went on a beach vacation with a group of people, and on the first day, I came down to the pool in my (very modest) swimsuit. I kid you not, one of the folks looked up and said, "Oh, is that your bathing suit?" Naw, it's an evening gown. I always wanted to swim in one. Good grief.
And one from my mother! My husband and I (me?) had just bought our first house, which was old and dirty. I was cleaning the bathroom before we moved in, and when I lifted up the toilet lid, there were these, well, brown stains all over it. My mom, who was helping, happened to be walking by, and she said, "Oh! What is that?" I really had to bite my tongue on that one.
I'll shut up now.
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