Sorry I haven't posted awhile. You know the old saying "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all?" Well, I've been trying to practice that one.
It's not that I have anything mean to say but it has been rough lately to say the least. I've worked at least 9.5 hours every day this week, I can't get my feet into anything by the end of the day but flipflops (the city council members must love it when I walk in wearing bright yellow ones), and sleep has been pretty sporadic.
Add to that the constant questions. They usually go something like this: You're still around? When are you going to have that baby? I thought I wouldn't see you again until the fall?
The other variety goes something like this: "I can't believe you're nine months pregnant. You look like you're 5 or 6." (If only I felt that way, I usually tell them.)
At the OB office on Thursday, the staffer handling check-out tried to charge me $40 for the visit. When I said, "I owe you something?" (OB patients pay everything upfront) she replied, "Oh, are you an OB patient?" Guess I should have remained standing.
In other news, the squid's expected arrival date hasn't changed. Doc says I'm still on target for July 1. The hubbie and I plan to find the bumpiest roads in town if it gets to be around July 3-4.
-K
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I get- "Are you expecting twins?" and then from someone else "You are all baby" and surprise that I'm already 7 months. Hope to see you tomorrow so we can compare sizes!
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