Writer's Block

I’m just going to call this what it is… a rock-hard turd on the brain. But what’s new? I need Miralax to function properly anyway – but have recently, accidentally but mostly on purpose started calling it Microsoft. Isn’t that a better name for a stool-softener? And even better yet, thebump.com recently predicted I might be noticing some mild constipation with as big and space-consuming as my womb is becoming. What they did was call it “mild”, underestimating the wide-spreaded-ness of the issue. The blocking has ensued in more ways than one.

I really have nothing to tell you people except things that may cause yawning. We finally used a gift-certificate we’ve had far too long to a camera specialty shop. I won’t tell you how long we’ve had it, because you may feel like hunting then beating me for not using a perfectly giant gift-certificate on a new, not-broken camera when we’ve been counting on an iphone cam to capture all sorts of moments in the time it takes to fish it out of my purse, slide to unlock, open the camera app and say, “Hey, do that again, except like you just did it for the first time. And have no idea I’m taking your picture! Dude, No! Don’t wink and point!!”

I still feel a bit tangled up about the baby nursery. I felt one shelf was wobbling a millimeter too many when I pushed firmly. So, I took it down, went to tighten the screw only to have the anchor somehow cause the wall to crumble a tad surrounding the anchor’s spot – which makes the anchor unstable – and the screw completely useless as none of it would be supporting the weight of a floating shelf or its contents. And I’d like to say I DIDN'T try ripping the anchor out of place with all my might to be met with an anchor having more than my might – to answer that with a sharp stab stab stab with the screw-driver in order to drive the stupid thing into the wall – leaving an even bigger gaping hole than I cared to deal with… but then I’d be lying. So, instead of calmly saying, “We don’t throw fits to get what we want.” like I typically do daily to people around me, I just went about filling, drying, repainting, and drying the spot before re-hanging said shelf a bit higher than it originally hung. But if things would just play along and go EXACTLY HOW I HAVE IN MY HEAD in the first place, there would be no need for any kind of melt-down or childish act of hormonal hardware-rage.

I won’t even share about the mirror. It’s hung, so that’s all you need to know, okay?

I went today to another OB appointment. That’s what I did while the wall-patching dried. I’d been reading about VBAC birth. That’s Vaginal Birth After Cesarean. Because of certain risks – which aren’t that realistically high for most people – Tort Reform laws have now made it nearly impossible [aka ASTRONOMICALLY EXPENSIVE] to insure OBs who perform VBAC births. So, in the state of Oklahoma, once a c-section - always a c-section… unless I want to have this baby at OU Med and change Dr’s this late in the game. I'd read about what makes someone a good candidate for VBAC [having had a previous, successful vaginal birth: *check*, having a horizontal CS incision rather than vertical: *check*, not having had a long labor and subsequent emergency CS: *check*]. Still, I honestly hadn’t read enough about it to really feel one way or another whether VBAC was right for me. So, I was told I basically have that right if I feel it’s what I should do – and my OB would set me up with someone over there who’d be more than happy to let me push this puppy out. However, I do think I’m forgetting what kind of pain I dealt with after needing my pelvic floor re-tiled due to stubborn muscles down there in the months following my first puppy pushing endeavor. It must have been super fresh in my memory when I INSISTED ON the elective CSection at my first OB apt with my second, and nearly passed out with anxiety when my Dr sort of *shrugged* and said "we'll see". I’m pretty sure I’d snap my ACL over and over if I could have traded… both being some of the worst pain I’ve ever experienced... ACL tear and reflooring surgery… but still… a working bottom is a luxury, I assure you.

And now – I haven’t really had many moments to capture yet. So, here’s just a nice crisp picture with bad lighting for your enjoyment.