there's an infant in my ribs

okay, little one, you win. you have official custody of my right rib cage, but i will treat you with extra chocolate ice cream if you try very hard to swim closer to my belly button. it's getting harder and harder to sit  anywhere for long - which exacerbates the pressure in my ribs. it's okay for now because school starts on tuesday and there's not much time for sitting anyway. i still sleep like a champion though. laying is far more comfortable than sitting ever is. once my head hits the pillow i'm a gonner. i've been told i'm lucky sleep is so easy for me still, but sleep and i have always had a pretty unbreakable relationship. she/he is kicking constantly. there is always an elbow sliding across my stomach, or a foot pressing steadily against my side. i'm not complaining, but it's truly the most ludicrous feeling in world.

babes and i had an appointment with our first doctor out here on thursday. her office was filled with the warm smells of curry and sour bodies. as i was leaving she asked to see me in two weeks, because astoundingly we're already down to prenatal appointments every two weeks! i told her i would get back to her with my schedule. smells, especially since i got pregnant, are the first thing i notice when i go anywhere. i was turned off immediately. doctor's offices should smell like disinfectants and soap. i came home, had a slight break down, and tried to schedule an appointment with a different doctor; but with no luck. apparently when you're 30 weeks pregnant, physicians have a hard time accepting you into their clinic with no questions asked. they have to process my medical records and then find a slot to squeeze me in to their busy practice - especially the sought after ones. thankfully we had already scheduled a backup appointment with another clinic/doctor for september 9. i had it in my mind i didn't want the sept. 9 doctor though because she delivers at a different hospital than the one recommended to me by some very enthusiastic co-workers. there's no way i'm going back to curry lady though, so you know the rest of the story. sept. 9 doc it is.

everything to do with the baby now has me as territorial as a pissed off mama bear. this doctor situation is completely unacceptable to me, and joey is constantly pulling me down from the ledge. i get so angry with myself for not being more prepared, not knowing well enough how to handle a move across the country with a baby on the way. there were things about the move that were difficult, but the hardest thing - by far! - has been the effects of the move on the pregnancy. joey reminds me daily that nothing has gone wrong! we're still on track! baby is doing great (re-affirmed by curry lady on thursday)! but until i have a nursery, a real doctor, and a plan i'll feel like i'm flailing.

stay tuned for the no doubt enthralling tales of our sept. 9 appointment ;) to keep you crawling back for even more, here's the travel system that's on it's way to our house! not exciting for you? sorry.

here's babe at 31 weeks!