Dancing Without Rhythm

I got up at 5:22 AM CST because no matter what time zone I am in, my pregnancy insomnia kicks in at 5:30ish AM. I usually don't get up. I usually lay in bed and swear at the damn insomnia. But today I had 3 suitcases to unpack. Which I didn't. And 4 loads of laundry to do. Which I didn't. And blogs to read. Which I did.

I had a regular dr's appt today and there I learned that because of a positive result on a screening they did in my first trimester, my doctor now wants to monitor the baby's heart weekly and do ultrasounds to make sure everything is going as it should. I should be grateful that modern science makes this kind of care possible. I should be grateful that after today, everything looks great and there's probably little to no chance of a problem. I should be grateful that I am in good care and can have children. But to be perfectly honest, I'm totally annoyed. I know the doctor has to do what he has to do. But I spent a total of FOUR HOURS in his office today. 3 of them were butt numbing hours spent with lube all over my girth and monitors or ultrasound wands pressed to my belly. The baby is measuring bigger than any of my babies have measured and the main thing they are looking for with all this monitoring is to make sure the baby is growing properly. He/she is doing more than properly. The end.

Avery got a birthday package from Grandma while we were gone and we opened it this morning. While pushing Ben away and yelling, "No mom, no birthday" at me over and over, she pilfered through the box of tissue paper and goodies. Tucked at the bottom was a lovely, coral scarf. For me. Since I began dressing myself, my mom has been trying to get me to wear things around my neck. I think it started with turtlenecks.

Most recently, in my adult life, she has tried at least once every time we've gotten together to get me to accessorize with a scarf. I can't do it. I feel like a big baffoon. It just don't flow, you know. They look lovely on some people. Namely, my mother. Even both my sisters can pull off scarf wearing. On me, scarves look like loose, sheer, nooses.

Well, the scarf is a beautiful color. In fact, it's MY color---and that is first and foremost why it got sent to me. In my daughter's birthday package. She can't help herself.

I know that.

Well, I can't help myself either.

Mama, I tried.

Avery on the other hand had NO problem figuring out to do with her presents. A baby who came with her OWN 'night-night' and some purple bling for the baby's mama. Excellent choices Grandma!