The Man Who's Already Gone

Ok, so the full moon is doing it's thing as usual, causing all kinds of weird stuff to happen to me, but nothing in the way of labor. Yesterday was one of those days that I just wanted to crawl back into bed. Have you ever had one of those days when all these little things happen and individually they don't amount to anything but when it happens all day long it really gets to you???

So on the way to the doctor yesterday an elderly lady pulled out in front of me to do a u-turn and I came uncomfortably close to plowing into her. Let's just say it takes a LOT to get me to honk at someone, and I was laying on the horn with her. She could have killed us. Or sent me into labor, which I guess in that case I might have hugged her. But that is neither here nor there.

Then the doctor was running behind and they didn't bother to tell me until we had been sitting in a completely empty waiting room for 45 minutes. Then they brought me back to the exam room, only to have me strip down from the waist down and wait for another 30 on that silly table while my legs and feet swelled up and turned purple. Again, not really heinous offenses, but all added together...

So we left the doc's office and stopped at the Slowest-Sonic-In-The-Universe and waited forever for food, only to find out that my beloved Sonic gift card had somehow been demagnetized. I also picked up a Route 44 drink for someone else, and upon leaving the parking lot, it flew across my car, the bottom of the cup ripped off and 44 ounces of iced tea flooded the floor of my CRV. *sigh* I went back to the Slowest-Sonic-In-The-Universe and ordered yet another drink and on the way home Kiddo dumped his drink in the floor as well.

Seriously. I was afraid to go out after that.

But lots of good things happened so overall it was a good day. :)

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Now let me tell you about today!

On my way to my perinatologist appointment, I pulled up to an intersection off the highway. I was the first in line at the light, sitting in the middle lane. The right lane was for right turns only. On the corner to my right was an older man, dressed in jeans and a multicolored windbreaker jacket that was zipped all the way up. (keep in mind it was about 75 degrees and sunny out today) On his head he wore a bright pink, rhinestone studded cowboy hat. He was waving at cars as they drove by.

Now, this IS Austin after all, and so I was not too uh, surprised at his getup or what he was doing. But, out of habit and paranoia, I did hit the door locks on my car as I stopped in the intersection.

I wasn't looking at him, but I could see him out of the corner of my eye. And after a couple of seconds I noticed he was coming closer. He crossed the right turn lane and approached my car. I thought for sure he was going to hold up a sign or something, or maybe knock on the window and ask for money or a ride or whatever.

Nope.

He grabbed the door handle on my car and tried to open it. Not once, not twice, but repeatedly. He shook the handle and looked in at me like he just couldn't understand why I wouldn't open the door. Kiddo was on his side, and I was starting to get nervous that he might actually try to break the window or something. He didn't look violent or angry or even strong enough to do such a thing, but my adrenalin was already pumping.

I waved my hand in a shoo-ing fashion, trying to get him away from the door. No dice; he kept pulling the handle. So I pulled up into the intersection some, ripping the handle out of his grasp.

Thankfully it was enough to get him to move. He turned around and walked back across the other lane to the curb.

And resumed waving at passing cars.

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So after that I was pretty surprised when my blood pressure actually registered normal at the doctor's office. ;)

The nurse did a quick check of the baby on the ultrasound and without any measurement said she was done. I was a bit confused, because I was supposed to get a final growth scan, and thankfully I asked her about it. She had misread my chart and thought I was just there last week, not last month. She did a few quick measurements and determined the baby's weight.

8 pounds, 6 ounces.

Mercy.

He is right on track to be a full term 10 pounder. A couple of his abdomen measurements wouldn't register on the computer because they were bigger than the "42 week" mark! lol! I guess the computer doesn't take into consideration 6'5" grandpa and 6' mommy. hee hee!

The nurse asked me if they would let me go passed my due date with such a big one. Goodness I hope not. But then again, I really don't want to be induced either. The less intervention the better I think!

But anyway, he looks so good and is breathing and moving and I got to see him open and close his fist! It was so cute!

Why is a black and white grainy image so cute??!?

Hmm, I think I need to start eating some spicy food. I haven't made this in a while. Maybe it will do the trick. ;)

Until,
D :)