How's that for mundane?
I had my 32 week pre-natal visit yesterday. Scheduled appointment time? 11:15. What time did I actually get with Dr. Wonderful? 5:00.
It's not like nobody warned me. I made sure I brought a book, a knitting project, lots of water and a granola bar.
At 1 o'clock, a nurse offered me a snack. I gratefully accepted the peanut butter crackers. Just before 2 o'clock, she popped her head around my door, "Sorry about the delay. You're next."
And then he had to rush to a birth.
So I went home, made a smoothie and gave the poor neglected dog some attention, before heading out to pick up mini-pear from camp. As soon as I arrived at the dojo, Dr. Wonderful's office called, "He's on his way back in!"
Mini-pear had spent the afternoon at the beach. Her hair was sandy, wet and snarled. Sand lined every last crevice of her body, including her eyelids. Her rash guard and shorts dripped.
I thought perhaps we should stop home for a shower, but she rustled up some dry clothes from somewhere in her backseat nest, "I'm okay! I've even got a couple of books back here!" So we were back at the office by 4:15. I would have been seen earlier, but there was some last minute "procedure" he had to do. I don't even want to know what it was. Sounded like we were at the vets for all the caterwauling emanating from the next exam room. Kind of undignified. I think if you can repeatedly yowl the word, "Ow," it probably doesn't actually hurt that much and you are just being a drama queen. Moaning, I can understand. Same for unformed yowling, but "Ow"? Give the rest of us a break.
Despite having waited hours to see him, Dr. Wonderful came in as if he had all the time in the world to devote to our appointment. No internal exam;) No ultrasound;) No "Now, if you change your mind about this VBAC thing, we can always just section you." No uterine rupture/dead baby scare tactics. We listened to the heartbeat (good, strong, chugga-chug along) and then he very gently gave my abdomen a feel, "Oh, this boy's going to be just the right size..."
"You think? Mini-pear was 8 lbs. 11 oz."
"He'll be a good seven lbs. Just right."
That would be very nice indeed.
So, it was a very boring day and none of the chairs I rested my rump in were quite comfortable enough for my current needs, but I'm not going to complain. I only have a few weeks to go. I will put up with the long waits, because...well, because he's Dr. Wonderful and every time he farts, a fairy gets its wings.
Great pic! I'm sorry you had to wait, but he does sound worth it. There are tons of fairies now, I presume?! Hopefully you weren't there to see any new ones appear...
Posted by: Beachbum | July 27, 2008 at 12:18 AM
Excellent belly! I'm glad you were able to go with the flow for the very late appointment.
Posted by: Rebecca H. | July 27, 2008 at 08:45 AM
Holy shit, woman! Congrats! We were just talking about you here the other day, and I had no idea there was a new pear on the way. HUG!!!!!! I am so excited for you.
Posted by: drublood | July 27, 2008 at 09:04 AM
Nice ink! And VERY nice belly!!
Posted by: Jennifer | July 27, 2008 at 04:13 PM
every time he farts, a fairy gets its wings
Great, thanks a lot, now I have to clean coffee off of my monitor. :) Love that belly!
Posted by: Deb/Veggiemama | July 29, 2008 at 08:18 AM