Ok, so I actually have something interesting to share and it has a lot to do with living in a small town. Last night dear sweet hubbie played soccer and since it was a late game I opted out and tried to go to bed on time. Just as I was snuggling down and had dealt with numerous distractions (dripping faucet, too much light, you know the type) there comes a wee knock on my front door. I of course ignored it but hence the knocking commenced this time accompanied by a friend yelling my name. So in she came to my dark and snuggly room and announced "M broke his toe playing soccer, wahhh!!!" Ok maybe I just added the wahh. So I put on some clothes hopped in my car and off I was so save my prince.
Now normally breaking your toe isn't such a big deal. You go to the hospital they fix you, you hobble a bit, and it's all good. But when you live near the silly city we live by things like this become very complex. Let me tell you, if you ever want a profession in anything medical related, you'd get one in an instant here. They so badly need doctors and X-Ray techs and you name it. So I met him there at about 11:00 (he'd been there an hour already). At first it was ok, he had an advil from the game, we bought some food we were happy. Then that advil wore off, the hours ticked by, the babies kept crying, the drunks kept coming in and making noise, and it went on like this until 5:30 am!!! We finally got into a wee little area with a bed, and waiting about another hour until the doc came. He poked around while M tried to forget swear words he'd learned as a young tot on the school yard. The smart 'ol doc decided to clean 'em up wait until 8:00 when X-Ray opened and then see what happened. Did I mention that when he broke his toe the bone just kinda popped right through his skin!!??! When I heard this my wave of nausea I was already fighting increased and stayed all night. That was just bonus. Anyhoo, I went home at 5:30 to catch a couple hours of sleep before I had to work.
Now here I sit, falling asleep at my desk, to tired to care that it's the busiest day we've had in weeks and everything that could go wrong is. I still like people, that's a good sign. It's when I get grumpy with strangers that I've gone too far. I'm still nauseous, which is frustrating 'cause I thought I was over that stage. M got home at about 10:30 (more than 12 hours at the stupid hospital!!) and he's hobbling now. I missed him, it's terribly sappy. So that's our adventure for today.
In other news, we told our church about the baby, it was exciting. I'm glad we told everyone, it makes it less stressful trying to keep it a secret. There's always such amazing things developing in the baby, I could go on about it forever. Some books say different things about the size. One book said the baby is about the size of a lemon this week (11 weeks) but I think I'd be showing if it was that big. Maybe it's a little lime. On the 16th I have another appointment and get to hear the heart beat, yipeee! I can't wait!
Happy December, have a super day and pray for me 'cause I'm sick and seriously fighting off sleeping on my desk right now.
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