centre of the universe - the dreaming: Very little to say

10/31/2004: "Very little to say" After spending a miserable night with a migraine which, it turns out, was brought on entirely by stress, I learned today that there was, in fact, Nothing To Worry About. I got one of those ominous phone calls on Friday evening from my doctor's office. "Can you come in on Sunday morning?" They asked, "The doctor needs to see all his maternity patients."

Knowing my doctor's penchant for traipsing off around the world to do very cool doctorly things in places like Nigeria and Indonesia, I thought he must have planned a Jaunt for right around my due date, even though he told me months and months ago he wouldn't.

"Will you tell me what this is about?" I asked the kind Front Desk Ladies.
"Ahh...well, he has to reschedule you with another doctor." She said.
"Oh, he's leaving?"
"Yes."
"...Is he coming back?"

Long pause.

So I went to the appointment today convinced that I wouldn't be able to have this guy delivery my sprog, which would be exceedingly crappy as he is not only recommended by the midwives in town, but also the only reason I conceded to a hospital birth. I stressed out about this meeting all yesterday and most of this morning, worrying myself into a pain-filled stupor (I must add, however, that when Mike got back from the Vampire game and the after-game Cue, he did give me a lovely neck rub that helped immensely. And that was at 3:30 this morning. What a sweetie).

Turns out he (the doctor) is closing his practise but is going to still be around to deliver sprogs until the end of December. We just had to arrange which other doctor at the clinic I would see for my prenatal visits.

I worried for nothing.

We're getting geared up for Hallowe'ening, although His Nibs (The Captain) is in the middle of having a tantrum, so it might just be me going out tonight. He (The Captain) is upset because he had his game priviledges taken away because of a snotty attitude.

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2 Comments

Der Kaptin , on Monday, 1st November:

Stinkin Mickey! Aargh!!!

cenobyte , on Monday, 1st November:

It could be worse...he could be the kind of doctor who never warms up the O/B equipment and never retires either.

Trust me, there's nothing quite like an ice-cold metal speculum being...er...used in the manner for which it was devised.

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