For those of you who don't know my personality intimately I will tell you a bit about my shortcomings. I am easily irritated, have diagnosed obsessive compulsive disorder (though mild), appreciate instant gratification and have very limited patience....I'm sure I could think of more that could apply to this story to follow.
So I get up early today and have B stay home a little late to watch M so I can take a shower and get ready to go. I drop her off at Pepper's and head to the clinic for my appointment. I get there to check in and I say, "Hillary Smith, Dr. Morris." She says, "Hm. She's not here today, let me check on something. We have you down for March 26th." EXCUSE ME?! So when the lady made my "ONE WEEK FOLLOW UP" appointment, she instead made it for one week and one month. GREAT! So the lady apologetically tells me that Dr. Morris isn't even in today. I say, "Well, she always works on Tuesdays. She isn't here?" She says, "No, not today." Fabulous. I nearly burst into tears. Of course they won't tell me why (which I completely understand but it irritates me anyway). So the lady calls the scheduler who says they can get me in tomorrow probably. I say in an irritated voice, "I'm DUE next Monday...could it be early please??" So that's it- tomorrow at 9:15. It's terribly hard for me to hide my feelings- I have apparently inherited this trait from my mother, who has since learned to hide hers better than I can. God and I have discussed this patience thing again and again and each time I get it in my head to be impatient, he pulls out a nice little lesson like this one....the problem is I actually let myself have the thought yesterday, "What if she actually throws me into labor tomorrow?? That'd be awesome!!"
I decided that I would think positively. I know she had a lady who was due last Friday- perhaps they decided to induce her today and Dr. Morris is at the hospital, or perhaps the lady went into labor last night and she was up all night with her. Either way, if it were me in labor I would want her with me, not at the office seeing patients. So this is what I decided to believe.
However, it doesn't change the fact that it completely ruined my attitude for the day. We hung out at Pepper's for awhile and then came home. I fed M and laid her down (she hasn't slept for long and I hear her playing the drums on the wall...so I guess nap time is over). I ironed some shirts and cleaned a couple of the bathrooms. So that's that. I guess we wait another day. Not that it will change anything anyway. This child will come when he's damn well ready. That's the beauty of the "hardy stock" I come from. Apparently my husband comes from hardy stock as well, so we have no hope. Our babies will turn when they're supposed to, grow just like god intended, and stay put until they're good and cooked. I actually had a slight bit of hope that he "might" come early due to the short amount of time I allowed my uterus to rest, but no go. It seems my body was created to make children and bake them well. Thus, he'll be late I'm sure- just as I always knew in my heart anyway...I had to remind myself while standing in the shower scrubbing..."It's not March 7th...don't get all antsy yet..."
I'm going to take my child to Zona Rosa now and spend some cash...that'll make it better!
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