It's amazing to me how excited I get to drive somewhere alone and actually listen to what I want on the radio. Then sitting in a waiting room and reading my Kindle instead of toddler wrangling? It was as relaxing as a spa trip. I downed my glucose drink in record time (apparently) because the lab tech commented that most women don't drink it with such gusto. I responded "They must not be runners because Gu is so much worse than this!" and she just looked at me funny.
|My mommy is so strange and socially awkward|
Everything is looking great baby-wise, I'm measuring on track and apparently it's already time for me to start going every 2 weeks. I keep thinking I have so much time left, but considering how much stuff I still need to do (um, everything since I've done nothing so far), I should probably get cracking. I was given a referral to go to PT for my back pain, but they weren't too optimistic it would help much since I was told that I have a "perfect storm" for fairly severe lower back/pelvis/tailbone pain based on the baby's position (nestled in the back due to the anterior placenta), my previously broken tailbone (it never really fully heals due to low blood flow), and the fact that I have a toddler who insists on being picked up all day. I'll give PT a shot, especially since I only have to go once or twice for them to show me some exercises, but I'm not really expecting to be comfortable again until after I have this baby.
On my way out I had to make more appointments and I was trying to explain to the receptionist that I hadn't seen one of the doctors yet in this pregnancy and I'd like an appointment with her since she could be the one delivering my baby. I thought it was pretty reasonable to ask for an appointment before 11:30 or after 4pm, but the receptionist just couldn't seem to understand why I couldn't come at 2pm. I told her it was my daughter's nap time and she said "Well, can't you just wake her up early?" and I shit you not, this is the image that flashed in my mind:
I don't know if this means I'm a huge dork or that I spend too much time online. Probably both.
Since I knew I'd be at the doctor's this morning and it was 99 degrees today (meaning too hot for a late morning dog walk), I dropped off Peanut at daycare this morning. No matter how many other dogs are there, she is always the most drooly one in the pictures.
|She bypasses "drool" and achieves "foamy"|
I overslept (I thought Faith would wake me up sooner), so I had to hurry to pick up Peanut before daycare closed for the day. I could tell she had a good day because she was too tired to even move when she got home.
|Coonhound foot rest|
|This is why most dogs don't like toddlers|
Tomorrow will be back to normal with my husband at work all day and me not being too lazy to exercise my own dog. At least it will be Friday, which doesn't mean as much to me as it does to people who actually go to work, but I still really enjoy my weekends when Faith insists on my husband reading to her and ignores me. Plus, we're going up to Annapolis this weekend so I can get new running shoes (and a new suit for my husband, that's the real reason for the trip). I think an almost-3rd trimester pregnancy chick asking to have her stride analyzed on the store treadmill is going to be priceless. I should probably video tape the reactions of the employees.
Do you ever think in terms of internet memes, or is that just me?