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April 6, 2001
I saw one of my midwives yesterday for my 35-week check up. I weigh 160 pounds, a gain of 5 pounds in two weeks. My blood pressure is great, but I don't remember what it was. Logan is head down, with a great heartbeat, and quite active. And there was no protein or sugar in my urine.
But, yesterday was awful. I got a migraine about 9am, and was afraid I'd have to cancel the appointment because I couldn't see to drive. I emailed my mom, but she couldn’t leave work to drive me. She was my only hope for someone for a ride, or to watch Jake. I have no friends anywhere near. And despite me having a huge family, either everyone works or lives an hour+ away.
Luckily, my migraine subsided into a dull ache by the time I had to leave, so I loaded Jake into the car and off we went. When we got there, I find that the parking lot is *full*. People are parking wherever they can fit their cars, in corners, along fences, everywhere. They used to have a parking lot twice that size, but some company bought the other half and are building a huge multi-level parking complex thing, which we (the patients of my midwives' building) won't be able to use. So, at any rate, I ended up parking a block away and walking, carrying my 26 pound toddler. I didn't trust him not to run out into the street.
Two weeks ago, when I had my last appointment, it was at 1pm. Which, at the time, was Jake's naptime, a bad decision on my part. Predictably, he was hard to manage. So I made the appointment this time for 3pm, in the hopes that he would have napped before I left. But in these last two weeks, he has gradually shifted his naptime to, you guessed it, 3pm.
So we were waiting in the waiting room. Oh, did I mention that they are rebuilding the entire floor, to give the midwives more room, which is cool, but there are big plastic sheets in lieu of walls to partition off the construction areas. And Jake wanted to pull these sheets down. I spent the entire time I was waiting (about 45 minutes) fighting with Jake. I ended up pacing around the room holding him as he wailed. And everybody either watched me, or worked hard to ignore me. (sigh)
I finally get in to see the midwife, and spend that time telling Jake not to destroy things, instead of actually talking to her. Fortunately, she is super understanding.
On the way out, Jake is suddenly *very* cheerful, shouting "Bye!" at the top of his lungs every two seconds, so that people way, way back in exam rooms were shouting it back. At first it was adorable, but I was quickly humiliated. I deal badly with being the center of attention.
And after we walk back to our car, which is a billion degrees inside because it's 80 degrees here in Austin, he falls asleep in about 10 minutes.
I, of course, get stuck in thick traffic on the way home, and cry most of the trip.
What I need is a babysitter. I was only gone for three hours or so. Or someone to come with me. But both options are quite impossible. (sigh) So Jake just has to come with me every appointment.
So now my goal is to try very hard to move Jake’s naptime to noon-ish, so that he’s not cranky on Monday. (Yup, my next appointment is Monday, instead of next Thursday. It was the only available appointment that wasn’t early in the morning. Mornings are hard because the drive is so long and I feel rushed.) Any advice would be appreciated.
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