Thank you to those of you who still stop by hoping that my lazy butt might have written something. Today is my 34th birthday and so far things are going well. I actually had a cervix check at the doc and it is holding its own and the froggie sprout is really growing. Of course, things couldn't go along without some worry...doc suggested that I might have placental previa at this point, but that in 95% of the cases, it works itself out (meaning the uterus grows enough that the placenta is no longer in front of the cervix in any way). I'm trying not to worry about that considering all else is well (no excess protein in urine, all blood tests okay, yada yada).
Of course, dear lady doc did have to bring up the subject of WEIGHT. Okay, so I might have been very nauseous during the first trimester and I might have shoved food in my mouth to appease the dreadful green monster. And, I might have pretty much layed around on my expanding ass during the dangerous miscarriage/anamoly weeks (6-12) in hopes that my slovenness would scare off any problems. Smart thinking, I know. So, should I be shocked that I have gained, ummm, 20lbs since the little embryo made its way into my uterus? I think not.
Anyhow, I am reminded also of a certain sadness on my birthday. This time last year I was pregnant and full of hope. I was just sure that this birthday would see me balancing an infant on my hip. And, that this Mother's Day would really be a first for me. But, alas, I am still in a holding pattern, well maybe not holding but waiting. I am very, very grateful to be pregnant and hopefully on the way to something good. I feel like I've put my money in the machine three times now and this one better produce the product!
So, I sit here before my class this evening, the class in which I will administer the final exam. Teaching has brought some new insights into myself and my fellow human beings. Mostly it is all good, though I am amazed by the little buggers energies at cheating/beating the system. I'm glad the class is coming to an end because I spent the last half of it struggling to do what I had to do: stand before them, look animated and intelligent, all the while having gas, needing to pee, and feeling like I could hurl. I am sure they noticed the decline in my professorly zeal, but hopefully I did no irreparable damage to religious pursuits.
The other big factor in my horizon is the sale of my home in Maryland and our acquisition (we hope) of one in Alabama. I now have a month or so to inspire my husband to pack up all our worldly goods and get them to our new home, our new little base that is nestled just slightly out in the country.
So, this birthday is all about changes. Good changes. Life changes. At 34 I can honestly say that I know who I am and I actually like that person after lots of necessary changes. It has taken me a long time to get to this place.
I promise to do a better job of getting some thoughts up here from here on out...Surprised by the Alabama Adventure is yet to come...
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