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My Life Thus Far
2008-01-24 06:42:31 (UTC)

The Most Daunting Tasks

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I wasn't sure which way my day would go this morning. Good
or bad. It was teetering towards bad all the way up until
I got to my doctor's appointment, but thankfully from that
point on it got better.

Since Snookums had duty, I had to drive Annie to school. I
could have dropped her off at daycare, which is closer,
but it's a good little walk from the parking lot to the
check-in counter where I have to sign her in. I chose to
drive the extra mile and not have to walk. That also meant
I could go in my pajamas instead of having to make myself
presentable.

I laid back down for an hour after I got home. Kiki
watched Disney Channel very obediently, until it was time
to get dressed. I did not want to get up. I absolutely
didn't want to get dressed. Sometimes the smallest things
feel like the most daunting tasks. But, I did it, because
I had to.

Snookums got his dumb ass in trouble. He called me to tell
me he was on his way home to go to my appointment with me.
Only, dumbass was using his cellphone on base while
driving. Which has only been against the law for two
years. But he did it without thinking and base police saw
him and pulled him over. To add insult to injury. He
didn't have the truck's insurance papers in the truck
(they're in the car's glove box. Why you ask? Fuck if I
know. A lot of good their doing there). So, they scraped
off his decals and he can't drive on base for 10 days.
Then, he can take his sorry ass down to pass and ID to get
new decals. Stupid. At first, I wanted to cry because it
was just another thing I didn't need (stress), but after I
thought about it, it really doesn't affect me at all. It's
not going to cost us anything, because they don't give you
real tickets on base, just points against you. If you
accumulate so many points, you can't drive on base. But,
you really have to fuck up for that to happen. The
occasional transgression isn't that bad. So, Snookums has
to park on base and walk to work. So sad for him. He could
use the exercise anyway. Unfortunately this little life
lesson won't help him any. Stupid is a genetic defect even
life lessons are unable to cure. I still love him, though.

On my way to my appointment, I saw him walking on the side
of the road. He'd parked on Austin Drive and was about to
walk on base to the hospital. I thought about driving past
him and making him walk the whole way, but I'm not that
cruel. I stopped and picked him up, but I wouldn't talk to
him. Or look at him. I didn't want to get my blood
pressure elevated right when I was about to have it taken.
Turns out that strategy worked, because half an hour
later, once I'd been taken back to the exam room and all
that stuff was done, I was a lot calmer and managed to not
blow up at him. I still can't help but be utterly
astonished at some of the insanely stupid situations
Snookums gets himself into. This one goes down in the
record books.

My appointment went well. Better than I expected. So far,
I've gained 10 pounds. I'm half way through my pregnancy,
so I'm on target to gain about 20 pounds. 10 less than the
maximum they wanted me to gain. I gained 25 with Kiki and
lost it all within a week of having her (postpartum
depression helped me pack it all back on and then some,
but I'll have help with that this time around). My fundal
height is 22cm. A little bigger than it should be, but
this is big baby #3. Fetal heart rate in the 140's.
Classic girl heart rate, but that's not definite. It could
still be a boy. We talked about the genetic testing I
don't need to have done and the consults I need to have
(physical therapy, mental health and nutrition. I don't
need the nutrition consult, but he likes to give everyone
the option of seeing a nutritionist. It's free, why not).
He also prescribed me a pelvic support band to help with
the SPD, which Naval Hospital doesn't have in stock.

On my way to work, I stopped in Farrell's medical supply
store to get the band my doctor prescribed. This think is
unlike anything I've ever seen before. I was thinking of
the little piece of elastic I've seen in Motherhood
Maternity and Target, but no. This thing is like a girdle
on steroids. The lady there had me come around to the back
to be fitted into it, which kind of takes two people to
do, but I'll find a way to do it myself. Turns out they
didn't have the size I needed. The one they had in stock
was too big, but they're having one sent over from the
Bremerton store. While she was in back calling the other
store, I took a look at the price on the box. The thing
costs $65! A far cry from the $15 or so I spent on the
little elastic one I used at the end of my pregnancy with
Kiki. I'm looking forward to trying it tomorrow. Any kind
of relief is welcomed.

Work was quiet. Everything is back to normal. No more
sale, thank goodness. We've got some of our Valentine's
Day product in, so the store is very pink and red. It
makes me happy. I brought it to Jenny's attention that
I'll be changing my availability per my doctor's
suggestion, but she didn't have too much to say about it.
Only "we don't really need evening coverage". Which made
me feel like she thinks I should just quite. But, that's
not what I want to do and Jenny's moods aren't going to
affect my life. That's what I'm going to be available to
work and if that works out, great. If I only work once or
twice a month. Then, so be it. No skin off my back. More
rest for my weary pelvis.

Snookums is pacing around me, waiting for me to finish.
I'm assuming he wants to go to bed. So, I'll be going for
now. Ciao.




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