Yesterday was my six week doctor’s appointment. Four weeks ago when I made the appointment I thought having it at 9 a.m. would allow for us to get in and out and on with our day. Four weeks ago I had my husband and sister helping me get around because I was still recovering from a c-section, not driving, and probably not worrying about things like showers. Yesterday, we started out early. At 6:30, we began the routine of feeding, showering, dressing, etc. Hindsight is a slap in the face if you ask me. My husband didn’t have class until 10 a.m. If I had been smart, or had a memory that lasted longer than three seconds out, I might have asked him to help us get ready and on the road. Instead, I ran around like a chicken with it’s head cut off. Now, my husband also pointed out that had I been a J instead of a P (back to the whole Myer’s Briggs thing) I would have been out the doctor and on the road hours before I even needed to be there. I snapped back that maybe if I had been a J I wouldn’t have dealt so well with the changes in plan/hurdles that happened as we attempted to leave the house. Change #1 — my son became hungry at 8 a.m. when I was supposed to starting the car and warming it up, as well as packing the bags (yes, I suppose I could have packed these the night before, but what if something had changed and besides my entire life has been spent packing in the wee hours of the morning before leaving for anywhere and I have done fine — no wisecracks about now I have another person to worry about). I needed to stop and feed so the car didn’t get started until 8:15 a.m., by that time I realized I did get myself dressed in nonelastic pants (okay, they are a couple sizes larger than my usual, but they are not elastic), pack the bags, and get the munchkin dressed in one of his many Randy snow outfits. I did not, however, do my hair. Hurdle #1 — taking off the jacket would take away precious time from being able to possibly walk out of the house at 8:30 a.m. so I decided I would put the little monkey in the vibrating chair that was thankfully still in the bathroom and throw product in my hair. Well, throw is what I did. The gel that I attempted to pump out of its container landed on the wall and all over my jacket — nowhere near my hair. Irritated, partly because I finally was able to wear one of my skinner jackets, I wiped off the goo, left the jacket on, and put more gel to put in my hair. Next, I held my now crying son while I brushed my teeth over the sink. Only small amounts of spray landed on the kid and me. All and all, we were finally able to walk out of the house at 8:40ish so that we were only fifteen or twenty minutes late for the appointment. Thank goodness, people think the little man is so cute and say things like “Oh, we understand” when something like that happens. We survived the rest of the day in one piece (managing to even get a bagel since we had forgotten to eat breakfast, a birthday present for a dinner we are attending tomorrow evening [we are bringing the whine since it is during my son's meltdown time -- we are either very brave or very stupid -- I'll let you know later], and go to two banks [okay one was a drive-through]). Our afternoon was much quieter, as we spent time on the couch eating way too many sugar cookies and staring off into the distant waiting for the coffee drink my husband had promised to bring home. Now, it is 7:40 the next morning and we have been up since 4ish (I no longer count the ten minutes here and there I doze off next to my son on the couch as actual sleep time) because we have been hungry, pooing, and just downright pissed at the world at times. Truthfully, I think my son is just getting himself ready as my husband says we are leaving the house by 9 a.m. today to do errands before the snow arrives. Meanwhile, I’m thinking closer to 10:30 — if at all.
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Like Mother…Like Son?
Well, the infamous due date has come and gone and the baby is still on the inside. I guess in some ways I shouldn’t really be surprised. I think the only time I have been on time for something in my entire life is my birth (I was a week early). Since that time, I am usually a couple minutes late at minimum. My husband says it has something to do with my Myers Briggs Personality Type (Myers & Briggs Foundation). Probably more importantly the P part of my type (ENFP) which is Perceiving. Perceiving means you stay open to new ideas, but my husband says it is usually people who are so open to things they don’t always follow through or show up when they say they will because they have a better offer. However, for my baby, what could be a better offer than hanging out with my husband and me? So now, we are in the wait game at least until next week to see if he will make an appearance on his own or if our doctor will have to pull the trigger. Until that time, I am set to continue working on my novel, which didn’t go anywhere yesterday because I was at school and it is hard to sit at a computer in a room full of people and try to think stuff up. I am behind in my word count already (at around 3500ish) right now. I hope to be at 6000 by the end of the day. I also think it is hard to write a novel without any planning in place. I went into this experience with a really loose idea and four characters. From that, I am attempting to build a plot. I think I know in the end the amount of material I have will probably be turned into a really short novella or short story, but I think getting all the writing out will be helpful. I also have my writer’s group this Saturday (again, if I don’t have a baby), so I need to write something else for that. I am not in a space to bring the novel anywhere just yet. And while doing it and planning to be at this writer’s group, hope it throws my son off completely so he will want to be born before it all goes down. Who knows? Otherwise, I’ll be driving down a lot of bumpy roads this weekend and trying all the other old wives’ tales before it is all through. Please send good vibes. We’d like to get this guy out on the outside before the second snow of the season!
