WOW!! You people have really surprised me! I had 31 comments on my post about my pregnancy; I didn’t even realize I had that many readers!! Thanks, everyone. You all, each and every one of you, really made my day with your excitement. Your comments were so uplifting with how thrilled you all were for me. I just feel so…. I guess “blessed” is the best word. Y’all are wonderful.
There was a wee bit of an issue with this pregnancy that caused a bit of a hiccup. See, there is only one female obstetrician on all of the island. And while I don’t really mind men looking at my nether regions, when I’m pregnant or have some kind of an issue with my reproductive system, I much prefer a female because they have the same parts. A woman isn’t going to laugh at me when I tell her I have a pain in my ovary, where a man might not take me seriously.
Why do men prefer females when they have to discuss their reproductive organs? I never got that. I asked Kurt yesterday, and he says it’s because he doesn’t want another male touching his bits. But a male doctor has the same bits!
I will never understand men. They make no sense.
Anyhow. Back to the obstetrician thing.
Kurt called the OB to make an appointment for me, since it’s his schedule we have to worry about. The OB wants to see me when I’m ten weeks along, which wouldn’t be till the end of the month. They decided 26 February would be a good day for me. Then Kurt’s work came back and told him he has to go to Orlando the week of the 25th on a business trip. Joyousness.
Then the OB told us that they’re going on vacation the first week in March, so if I couldn’t be seen the last week in February, I would have to wait till mid-March to be seen. Sure, this is my second child, but I would rather not put it off that long.
ACK! What to do?
It looked like if I wanted a female doctor as my OB, I was going to have to wait till mid-March to be seen, which I didn’t want. Or I could go by myself to my appointment, which in itself isn’t too bad, except Kurt was gone for a good chunk of my last pregnancy and he doesn’t want to miss one appointment this time. Or I could get a new OB that could fit me in more easily, except it would have to be a male if I wanted to stay close to home.
I was getting really frustrated. All I wanted was a female OB, an appointment at 10 weeks, and my husband there. Is that too much to ask??
Fortunately Kurt called the OB back today, and they told him that they had one last appointment on 22 February. Could I be there at 9am? I sure can!!
Now everything is worked out satisfactorily, and I am happy. It doesn’t take much, just so you know.
The weather is sort of bummin’ me out, man. We figured that moving to Rhode Island would guarantee us a nice New England winter. We’d get cold temperatures and even some snow! That ain’t happenin’. We had snow on the ground all during the month of December, which was nice, and we even got some extremely frigid temperatures. You’d walk outside and the cold would just take your breath away. Of course, it wasn’t even close to the frigid cold that poor Irisheyes has to deal with up there in Alaska. But still, 8º is nothing to sneeze at.
Lately it’s been Seattle weather all over again. Yesterday was in the mid-40s with rain. Today it’s 38º with rain. The whole weekend looks to have highs in the 40s with rain.
So much for a New England winter. My mom even gave me a sled at Thanksgiving they’d bought for my baby brother when we lived in Nebraska, and we haven’t even had a chance to use it.
Apparently thirty years ago yesterday, Rhode Island was hammered by a blizzard. High winds and more than two feet of snow paralyzed the state. People who didn’t leave work early enough were stranded in their cars, wondering if they would be found. The storm at its worse ended up dumping three inches of snow per hour. The winds caused waves to overcome the sea walls, flooding many neighborhoods. Winds were measured at 79mph in Boston and 92mph in Chatham, Massachusetts. Fifty-four people in Massachusetts and twenty-one in Rhode Island died because of the storm. The National Weather Service called it the worst storm to hit southern New England in the 20th century.
I’m not asking for that kind of storm!! Yeeeesh. I cannot even fathom such a thing (as all the Minnesotans and Wisconsinites snigger at me behind their hands). The Blizzard of ’96 in DC was bad enough, what with two feet of snow and the way it paralyzed the entire area for over a week. It’s no fun being stuck in your home with your parents with nowhere to go because your street still hasn’t been plowed.
But a few snow flurries here and there, with a few inches of snow? That’s all I’m asking for. It would be so lovely!
Ah well. I suppose I shall just be thankful for such mild, warm weather, when so many are suffering in the cold.
*EDITED (12 noon): I guess I should watch what I wish for. It’s now snowing. It’s a mix, though, so I doubt we’ll get any accumulation. And with temps in the high 30s, it will melt as soon as it hits the pavement.