||[Jun. 13th, 2007|12:38 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
|[||how ya feelin'?
Tech: Her head is right where I need to be looking. Which means that you will be the proud recipient of a trans-vaginal ultrasound today.
Me: Oh goody, just what I always wanted.
ST: Dear Penthouse, I never thought it could happen to me.
Tech: So I'm just going to check for cervical length while we're in here... three centimeters is normal, we like to see three.
*waves wand around inside hoo-hoo*
Me: Survey says?
Tech: 4.9 centimeters.
Me: I have Super Cervix.
Tech: It's lookin' like that.
ST: We could you get you matching capes.. and outfits.
Me: *arched eyebrow*
ST: Together you could fight crime.
Me: You are so fired.
Doctor: Hi, I'm Doctor Blah, pleasure to meet you. So, Tech's Name, what are we looking for today.
Tech: We're checking growth and a low-lying placenta. Right now I'm just taking cervical measurements.
Doctor: That's a good looking shot right there. *turns to me* You have a very pretty cervix, Melissa.
Me: uhhh.... thank you. It's always been my dream.
ST: It's why I married her.
Me: Even more fired.
We're still in a holding pattern for the job in the local county. He's got an interview in the county we actually live in, so that's good news, but it's not until a week from today. It's like last year all over again and I'm tired of playing this.
We've found a day-care place just outside of town that has openings. We're trying to find someplace a little closer as this would mean some weird driving stuff. Luckily Steve's an extrovert because right now all my extrovert is used up.
There was good news regarding the placenta yesterday but got our first actual not-good news in the entire pregnancy. I'm not going to talk about it, I'm not even saying what it is. (And I know that's all dipshitty to go posting it but not talk about it.) The crappy thing is that there's no good reason for it. Nothing I've done or haven't done, nothing that could have been prevented, nothing really to be done from here on out except wait, not even any concrete idea of what's up. I have an appointment with my OB tonight and we'll see what he says about it. But if I'm a little distracted? Bear with me.
Mom's surgery scars aren't healing the way everyone wanted them to, so she's been given shots to try and dissolve some of the scar tissue and see if that softens up the look a bit. She's scared and her face hurts and I just want to be there to make it better.
Father's day is coming, I'm off the hook for my dad for a few extra days as the complete bastard is in Greece. Actually, that's not true. He was in Greece last week, this week he's in Amalfi at a cooking school. *hateses* ST's present has been ordered and I know he'll love it.
It is remarkably boring to be me lately. The long and short is that I continue to feel fantastic. Even though my brain is tired my body is fine. The projects are all coming along nicely and we're finished with our childbirth classes. We keep reading and watching videos and the like. We'll be at Aethelmearc 10yr this coming weekend and I will be stationed under a sun-shade with my feet up. I'll get up and walk around as I feel like it, but frankly I'm not trying to prove to anyone how butch I am, I *know* how butch I am and how good I feel. I'm going to enjoy my chance to loaf with a good excuse.
Who else will be there?