Randomness

It's another one of my random posts which I want to blog, but I don't really have a whole subject in mind. Yeah, they kinda suck, but what can I do?

~ I really love tildas. Duh.

~ I spent the day in Denver today. Well, half the day as I didn't drive up until after my OB appointment. My friend, glenn, was in town for some cult meeting (he belongs to one of those self-help class things - you know, the kind where they keep going from class to class, costing thousands and thousands of dollars over the years, yet thinking the class people are putting these classes on for the good of man?) so he came out a day before to hang out with me. It's nice he puts up with me when I call something he totally is 100% behind a cult. ~wink~. But hey, it's like a religion - it gives him something to live by and believe in and it makes him happy, so what's the harm? We ended up going to the Denver Art Museum and I spent my time looking at the modern art exhibits - my personal favorite. Then we went down to meet some of his team members but the restaurant they picked was simply too busy for a group and we went across the street to one of those diner places where I ate a really good burger, fries and a chocolate shake. Mmmm.

~ I'm tired of driving. 1 1/2 hours to the airport, 1 1/2 hours back. 30 minutes to doctor appointment, 30 minutes back. 1 1/2 hours to his hotel, 30 minutes around town, 1 1/2 hours back. 7.5 hours of driving in a 24 hour period and a full tank of gas. Yuck. Plus, I found that I tend to tighten my abdomen when I drive long distances, which tends to make me have more than normal braxton hicks contractions.

~ I'm broke and wondering how we are going to pay for christmas this year. Kinda stresses me out.

~ My OB is the coolest doctor in the world. I had a little of a longer than normal appointment today, just because we were talking about the aspects of the risks we're facing. He just never ever rushes me. He sits down, puts the chart down and looks me in the eyes and ~listens~ to me. He never makes me feel stupid for questions I ask. And sometimes I do ask 'stupid' questions - questions which I ~know~ the answer to, but it calms me to hear him reassure me. I pay for this niceness of course, as he is always running behind because he spends so much time with each patient, but I don't care. I got there at 1045am and wasn't out until 12:15p, but it was 100% worth it. Do you all have doctors like this?

~ Speaking of getting reassurance and explanations ... We talked about the aspect of Karl losing 6 percentile points from 26 to 30 weeks. 1) 34%tile is still totally a good place for him to be. He's right on where he should be right now and as a snapshot in time, he's perfect. 2) Ultrasounds can be notoriously off when it comes to weight/size measurements in utero. He said he's gone in to get babies who are supposed to be 10+ pounds, only to pull out an 8 1/2 pound baby. 3) We won't ~worry~ unless we hit the 20th percentile. And then he won't want to go in and get him unless he gets close to 10%tile. 4) I told him this was the first time I actually have a "feeling" my baby is going to be taken early. Not that I'll go into labor early, but I'll be forced into an early induction - and I feel it'll be weeks early, not simply days. He basically told me I need to stop worrying about something I won't be in control of. What will happen will happen, regardless if I worry or not, so why not just try to enjoy. He didn't dismiss my fears yet he didn't make me feel like I was right to worry.

~ I asked how big my fundus was and I said "fundus" so funny that we both started laughing. (for the record, it's 27cms).

~ My blood pressure was 90/65. Isn't that freaking low? Nurse said it was fine, but I certainly have never seen it like that. I'm usually 120/72. I guess low is better than high, right? (what do you think J?) My weight was inaccurate. 169. But I was wearing boots (it was snowing today), heavy jeans, layers shirt plus wool sweater and I had just eaten and drank a liter of water. I'm going to re-weigh at my next ultrasound for an accurate weight. And come on, I was 161 ~yesterday~.

~ I am starting to swell a bit. I wore cool argyle socks yesterday and when I took off my socks, my skin showed the argyle pattern. Fuck, maybe I do weigh 169.

~ I worked from home yesterday morning and before I left, I texted my husband with "come home for a quickie". And his response? "10 minutes." Sweet! I wasn't really serious when I sent it, but you better believe I waited those 10 minutes. And it was awesome.

~ Hrm. Thinking about it, I want more. I think I'm going to end this list of randomness and go get me some right now. Nope, totally not kidding. (heh. I wrote this last bullet a short 30 minutes ago and I ~so~ just had sex. Awesome.)