Friday …. Friday …. Friday
Wednesday, September 20th, 2006Pic of the Day ~ Becca and Daddy Flying High at Disneyland ~

Fall is in the air. The leaves are falling from the trees and I am feeling homesick. Last Fall was full of frustrations, excitement, then disappointment and despair. Yet traditionally Autumn is my favorite season. The cool air, the need for a toque is still optional, the leaves changing the smell of snow tickles your nose. We got married in the Fall of 2001, a beautiful crisp November wedding.
Snow does not tickle the nose in Southern California. No need for a toque (in fact they do not know what a toque is), or flannel PJ’s, even socks are optional all year long. Yet it the weather turns cool enough at least at night that swimming in our unheated pool is no longer an option. Jeans and long sleeves are required wear (not a sweater though unless you are a true Californian!) Somehow, Fall is just not the same here, but I am in a little funk and things may change after Friday.
I have a lot on my mind lately. However the most prominent, nagging thought brings me to Friday morning. I have prayed that the first day of Autumn will not be forever ruined like this day was last year. I am experiencing some anxiety about the entire process. It is the ultrasound office’s procedure to not speak and isolate me alone until the initial assessment is over. This is not abnormal, although cruel. I remember clearly anxiously waiting to hear news about Becca, however we had seen her and heard her heartbeat by that point. Last time, the technitian was a freak. She like ran out of the office leaving me there crying, the radiologist never confirmed anything he just said it is what I think it it then sent me across the hall to my OB’s office for him to tell me.
I am not sure if I will be able to breath until the techniciation speaks and then invites J in. I thought I was going to be all brave and insist that J be there from the start. However it is office policy not to allow that. So now I am not so sure. Is it worth crying and fighting for something they probably will not allow anyway? I barely got the appointment when we wanted it. To say America does not have waiting times is sadly mistaken. Can you imagine if we did not have insurance?
Becca and I have been and will be busy until Friday morning. Meetings and a trip to the LA County fair will bring me to a point of exhaustion that will limit the amount of time I can worry. And really worrying is so not working for me. I just argue with myself. “Chelle you are being silly, the baby is fine….Sure you did not see the miscarriage coming last time and bought maternity clothes 5 minutes before seeing the blood in the toilet paper, this time is different. Geez you have gained 10 pounds it is pregnancy or Weight Watchers Girl!”
*sigh* Is it Friday yet?




Thanks for all the awesome support yesterday. You all know how to make a porky pregnant gal feel better! Becca and I chilled out all morning. Me knitting, Becca taking in all her shows and talking to me about it. After we both had a long, hard core nap I felt a bit better. This whole feeling yucky and tired sucks. Becca was an angel all day. hehe Actually she went wild when her Daddy got home, but until then she was magical.
I need more sleep. The more sleep I get the more sleep I need. I do not remember needing this much sleep when pregnant with Becca. Then again I did not have a toddler that demanded me to be on my best Mom behaviour. J recalls me needing sleep back then. I guess my memory is selective!










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