Perfect. I had a couple of hours to kill whilst DrMrNin was in a meeting before we would set off driving all over the Bay Area to attend our respective Dr appointments- me with my OB-GYN, he with his surgeon. Buying my coffee, I had happy visions of all the progress that I would make with my latest knitting project except I discovered that pregnant people who knit in public tend to attract rather a lot of attention. Every other passer by wanted to ask questions and chat, and consequently about a third of my progress became casualty to polite conversation so I spent about as much time unpicking as I did knitting. Lesson learned: next time I knit outside I will wear large headphones, and next time I shall choose to take a more simple project that doesn’t require so much concentration.

Next stop lunch, then the OB-GYN. It was the usual routine- pee-ed in a cup, got weighed, had blood-pressure taken, exchanged a few pleasantries and questions and then listened to the wisha-wisha-wisha of the foetal heartbeat before being told to come back in another two weeks. All is fine. Turns out I managed to gain SIX WHOLE POUNDS IN THREE AND A HALF WEEKS which is rather impressive, but hopefully it means that Little Peach is plumping out as all the weight gain has been on my tummy.

Then it was back to see the surgeon as it’s now been one whole month since DrMrNin’s achilles tendon was repaired. Much to my immense delight it was time for the cast to come off which means NO MORE CRUTCHES as he can officially weight-bear on that foot now. That should make things a lot easier around the house, whooop!

Aside from the saw being INCREDIBLY LOUD, the stench emanating from his month-long-unwashed foot was ABSOLUTELY WRANK making the whole process not quite so exciting after all. Seriously, even that time we spilled a load of milk in the car (which was the worst smell EVER at the time) smelled like ROSES in comparison to this. Dear God it was foul. I asked the tech if she had sneaked topical smell blockers under her mask and she grinned which said it all. I had to resort to improvisation with a paper towel and was rather liberal with a can of hospital air freshener that I found on the counter. It was either sit in a room gagging from industrial strength lemon or sit there gagging from unbelievable stench. Obvious choice. And eeeuw his foot looked like a shrivelled prune too. Bleurgh. But at least it’s better. Hopefully he can start physical therapy in another three weeks.

By everyday standards it wasn’t an entirely strenuous day, but when we got home I was completely exhausted and fell asleep almost as soon as I sat down on the couch. And it probably also explains the complete dead-end day that I’ve just had too for I couldn’t muster the energy for anything. We were supposed to go out with friends tonight, but instead I stayed in and barely just managed to drag myself into the kitchen to create something vaguely edible to put in my big, fat, tummy.

Apparently it seems that I now have limitations. A couple of weeks ago this schedule wouldn’t have challenged me at all, but it’s coming to the time where everything is such an effort that it’s just down right exhausting. I think I’m going to start taking it easy from now on, kick my feet up every now and again and make the most of having a bit of free time while it lasts. And take a moment to enjoy saying ‘my free time’ as I know for certain that I’m probably not going to have that for very much longer, so everyone at Starbucks kept telling me..

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