Saturday, September 27, 2008

So, my OB called this morning.

I was napping on the couch, and my phone was in the bedroom, so I missed his call. But now I have his message that I can listen to whenever I want. Is that thee weirdest thing you've ever heard? Not from an ex-boyfriend or a job offer? No, I'm saving voicemail from my OB.

He was just updating me on my bloodwork from the goiter appointment - which is nice that he called me personally, but seriously?!, if I had been worrying about that this entire time I would have had to have been hospitalized for anxiety attacks by now. But at the end of the messsage he said, Hope you're doing well, hope the twins are doing well. Call me if you need anything. And that's why I saved it. For some reason, I liked the way he was thinking of my twins, thinking of me, on a Saturday morning. I'll probably delete it later today. I've only listened to it twice. I'm not a total freak.

DH has the day off of work today. Of course, he still found a work project to occupy him this morning. I think he's on his way home now. I'm hoping I can muster up the strength to run an errand or two with him. I was thinking - Barnes and Noble - to buy a baby name book and get him a coffee. That might be nice. I have names I like, but don't feel like we've done an exhaustive search.
Yesterday was the sickest I've felt so far. I guess the twins are making up for the break I had earlier this week. Or...I shouldn't have eaten the second donut at work! Either way, I was literally gagging when I was home resting at lunch, and worried that I should not even go back. But I did make it back, and made it through the whole day. Yay for me! But I also complained to anyone who would listen about the pukey-ness of my tummy. If I'm going to work through my nausea, I at least want credit for it.
I still have not decided what to do with the card/money from my father. I moved it from the dining room table to the table in my scrapbooking room, where I won't have to look at it. My thoughts keep coming back to My being pregnant changes nothing about our relationship. But that sounds harsh, and I don't want to be bitter or mean. I really just want him to go away. So, perhaps I will just not cash the check, and not acknowledge the card and hope he does just that.

1 comment:

JamieD said...

Nah, it's not weird at all. Knowing that you OB actually thinks about you when you are not in front of their face kinda gives me a warm fuzzy feeling. And I like warm fuzzy feelings.

First donut good, second donut bad. I'll remember that . . .