I need a secretary for all this...
Okay - I knew that being pregnant meant going to lots of doctors' appointments (yes that apostrophe is on the right side of the "s") and staying on top of insurance matters, I even knew that there were a bunch of rules about what not to eat, when not to dye my hair (which of course naturally grows with these pretty golden highlights...NOT). I was prepared to feel sick, sleepy, fat, hungry, not hungry, grumpy, happy, elated, energized and drained in patterns that don't occur usually.
I knew there would be some growing that was welcomed - up three bra sizes in as many months without surgery and a growing dependence on STRETCH fabrics. I knew there would be some growing that I might not love so much - wider behind and what is UP with my previously perfectly perky little nose?
I am not new to the world of babies and kids, I have babysat A LOT over the years, I helped raise my kid brother (I will leave it to your discrection if I succeeded but at least it was someone else's kid for the first try). I know that they are lots of work and I am savoring the sleep and freedom I have now.
I knew that like becoming engaged, becoming pregnant means you enter a whole new world of stores, consultants, magazines, books, classes, advice from strangers, etc.
But I had NO IDEA that I would need to hire a secretary to manage all of these affairs. I have two doctors - one who is my official OB who weighs me and admonishes me for the results and one who does the ultrasounds and tells me how beautifully I am doing. Why one doctor uses a doppler from 1894 to try to hear the babies heartbeat and the other has state of the art equipment boggles my mind. Why my insurance company insists on keeping these two functions seperate....no idea.
Okay, so twice a month I see a doctor of one sort or another, then there are lists to make: classes to take or not take, determining NEED v. WANT in maternity wardrobe & baby's layette, planning how a self employed writer can finagle a three month maternity leave, when to have or not have baby showers, what car do I need now that I will have an enormous dog and a minature person.
Seriously, I think things are going to be easier once little Piper shows up! Then its just a routine of feed, diaper, sleep, feed, diaper, sleep, feed, diaper, sleep....with a few more doctors' appointments throw in.
I knew there would be some growing that was welcomed - up three bra sizes in as many months without surgery and a growing dependence on STRETCH fabrics. I knew there would be some growing that I might not love so much - wider behind and what is UP with my previously perfectly perky little nose?
I am not new to the world of babies and kids, I have babysat A LOT over the years, I helped raise my kid brother (I will leave it to your discrection if I succeeded but at least it was someone else's kid for the first try). I know that they are lots of work and I am savoring the sleep and freedom I have now.
I knew that like becoming engaged, becoming pregnant means you enter a whole new world of stores, consultants, magazines, books, classes, advice from strangers, etc.
But I had NO IDEA that I would need to hire a secretary to manage all of these affairs. I have two doctors - one who is my official OB who weighs me and admonishes me for the results and one who does the ultrasounds and tells me how beautifully I am doing. Why one doctor uses a doppler from 1894 to try to hear the babies heartbeat and the other has state of the art equipment boggles my mind. Why my insurance company insists on keeping these two functions seperate....no idea.
Okay, so twice a month I see a doctor of one sort or another, then there are lists to make: classes to take or not take, determining NEED v. WANT in maternity wardrobe & baby's layette, planning how a self employed writer can finagle a three month maternity leave, when to have or not have baby showers, what car do I need now that I will have an enormous dog and a minature person.
Seriously, I think things are going to be easier once little Piper shows up! Then its just a routine of feed, diaper, sleep, feed, diaper, sleep, feed, diaper, sleep....with a few more doctors' appointments throw in.
posted by Chase at 1:56 PM
3 Comments:
well, you kicked butt with the first one, so I'm sure this one will be a piece of cake, too!
:)
He He! I sure hope so...but this one's a CHICK!
"I think things are going to be easier . . ."
As someone I used to work for was fond of telling me, I'm touched by your optimism ;)
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