if this post had a soundtrack, it would be "flight of the bumblebee"

i feel like the proverbial chicken with its head cut off, and not a free range chicken at that. up at the crack of dawn (predawn) and go go go until i’m ready to drop, lately before dinner. my “break” is the occasional (but frequent) doctor’s appointment or trying to make an exchange at lunchtime. and it’s either or; if i have a doctor’s appointment, i end up working through lunch.

i have had various procedures on my cervix, all precautionary biopsies, that put me in a completely other category in terms of risk factor. being 41 puts me in the high risk category, and my surgeries just compound that. i go to a maternal/fetal specialist in addition to my gyn/ob. i’m convinced they just see dollar signs. i will have internal ultrasounds every two weeks for the next eight weeks. i see the gyn/ob either every four weeks or monthly (close enough). after i scale the bi-weekly cervical hurdle, i suspect i’ll have a break of a couple weeks and then i’ll be seeing the gyn/ob more frequently, and then fetal monitoring … with Punkin, i had three doctor’s appointments a week in my last month.

and i still haven’t told anyone at work. like i’m going to accomplish everything before i deliver the Peanut. yeah, right.