Today is my bi-weekly doctor's appointment. I'll be having another ultrasound this morning and am hoping that the sea monkeys cooperate for the camera. I'm hoping for some good anatomy shots that will allay our residual fears, so please keep your fingers crossed for us.
I'm pretty optimistic — or delusional and in denial, who knows? — and have been keeping my hopes up for the best possible outcome. So many people have left positive comments or sent me notes about their experiences with the EIF marker and their children that I can't help but feel that everything will turn out okay. As the poster in Fox Mulder's office read, "I want to believe..."
I am brimming with questions about maternity leave, labor and delivery, who the doctor that will be delivering my babies will be and which hospital I'll be going to — there are two locations for Columbia-Presbyterian; I have a feeling we will need to go to the branch up in Inwood. I'm going to specifically ask about Dr. Death and bring up his poor bedside manner on both occassions that Mark and I've spoken to him. I'm also going to ask about the "heaviness" I feel in my lower abdomen. It could just be regular old growing pains but I'm thinking that I may need a maternity support sling to help hold up my growing belly. Either way, it's definitely disconcerting to be walking around feeling like the contents of your uterus are going to spill out at any minute.
I know it's still early in the game for me to even be thinking about maternity leave but a huge part of me would be relieved if I could stop working within the next month and a half — the beginning of my third trimester. I'm not banking on it though. If there's nothing physically wrong with me, my doc is going to tell me to keep on working until a week or two before I'm set to deliver. Pregnancy is not a disease...
Still... I tire so easily and I really don't feel anywhere near as efficient as I could be. It takes me days to do what I need to workwise and as the week progresses my fatigue gets nearly unbearable. My forgetfulness doesn't help things and my desk is now littered with yellow Post-it's with "To Do NOW" lists on them and several notebooks with hasty scribbles on projects. And still, I can't manage to get it together as quick as I should.
By the time the weekend rolls around, all I want to do is lie in bed and recover so that I can prepare for the following week. So the weekends wind up being wasted and not a whole lot of anything is getting done, either at home or work. It's not a very efficient way of living and it's mega-annoying to a planner / worker bee like myself.
The only thing that is getting done is my knitting, and that's because I work on it during my commute. I've joined all the pieces on the hooded jacket — yes, it's usurped the leggings as my project for now — and have started working the yoke. This part is easy peasy because it turns out to be a bunch of decrease rows to shape the collar and neck. Then you work the hood. I love the simplicity of Debbie Bliss' baby patterns! Her instructions are extremely clear and on the occassions where I do have questions I can look at the finished product and determine what I need to do in order to get her results. I'm fully expecting to finish the first hooded jacket by the weekend. Then I'll decide if I will continue with the leggings — I've kinda fallen out of love with them — or start something new.
Pictures later. I need to get ready for my appointment.