Moot Thoughts & Musings

I just got back from the farmer's market with a flat of strawberries for only $10. Of course, we'll have them eaten in a week, especially when I get a big tub of vanilla ice cream when I go grocery shopping this afternoon. I've also sunk to new lows, buying pie crust, but Whole Foods has really good pie crust, and it makes quiche and strawberry pie go from an impossibility to a possibility at this point in the semester. That's a happy thing.

Another happy thing is that I actually turned in a paper. Wonders never cease. I'm glad I took the long time that I did, though. It essentially was a translation project and approaching it fresh every few weeks did great things for the translation.

Another happy thing is that Elvis is still healthy and strong. 'Course I didn't need the doctor to tell me that he was strong, as I get living proof everyday. Chris gets a big thrill of pushing the lumps protruding from belly and feeling Elvis kick back. I think he likes any kind of interaction he can get, meanwhile, I'm the innocent bystander. Last night when Elvis had the hiccups, Chris put his ear to my belly and said that he could hear the "hic-" and the "-cup" parts of a hiccup. It said it had kind of a swooshing, gurgling sound. I want to hear it!

I do feel like crying a bit, though. As were trying to get insurance and new doctor straightened out for going to Philly, it has come to our attention, that doctors won't take a pregnant woman after 32 weeks. that's like in two weeks! When we decided to move up there, we thought "wow, that's only 4 weeks to finish semesters, do last min things in New Orleans (drat we missed JazzFest again), pack, and say sad goodbyes." So we had sorting of been gearing up for that time framework. The idea of cutting already precious time two weeks shorter and being separated from Chris during that time so I can go to a couple stinkin' doctor's appts has kind of thrown me for a loop. Especially when I'm so low-risk! I mean, my ankles aren't even swelling, for pete's sake! I just feel really sad, but in a weird, I-could-burst-into-hysterics-any-minute kind of sad, maybe it's pregnancy. I think also it's compounded by the fact that the reality of moving is starting to kick in. I knew it hadn't yet, and I knew it would at some point, but a date and plane ticket makes it seem so much more pungent. *sniffle* so I'm just going to go eat strawberries for lunch.