Run!

I was at the hospital once and I almost died and no one who worked there seemed to care.

Well, maybe I didn't almost die, but I could have almost died. Either way, aren't hospital personnel obligated to try to save the lives of all their patients regardless of whether or not there was a real threat? It's ex post facto or something. No, wait that isn't right. Ex officio?

I went to the Women's Clinic at CHC last November for my first pre-natal appointment of this pregnancy. I checked in and they sent me to the ladies room to pee in a cup. Routine. No big deal. It took me a little longer than usual, however, as I also prepped myself for that first checkup. You know, that first one.

So as I was tending to my business in the restroom, the fire alarm went off. I freaked out a little bit. But as I tried to collect myself to exit, the fire alarm stopped. Okay. What now? I guess it was a mistake. All clear, right? So I continued on with my business.

Finally, when I finished, I exited the restroom to a totally empty corridor. A totally empty reception desk. A totally empty waiting room. Um. Hello? Anyone there?

And then there they were. Ladies in red scrubs, green scrubs, floral white scrubs, spread out and walking back into the building like a slow motion movie scene. They looked at me with wondering wide eyes, yet they just walked right on past me. Only one out of these fifteen or so ladies even bothered to talk to me.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?"

"I was in the restroom."

"Oh my goodness! We all ran for our lives and left you in the restroom!"

I think I was the only non-staff person in that whole wing. All the staff - nurses, doctors, admin - they aaalllllll ran for their lives and left the one patient in the restroom. Nice.

Painfully Unique

I'm 37 weeks pregnant, but I look like I'm 40 weeks. I know that I look 40 weeks because I keep getting those darn comments. You know the ones . . . "You should be on leave already!" "You mean you're still driving?" "Every time I look at you, I feel so heavy." "Are you sure there's only one in there??" "You're HUGE!"

Yes, thank you. I know I'm huge. I know that in the sunlight I cast a shadow so wide that bystanders look to see if there's an unannounced solar eclipse.

I think we can all agree that each pregnancy is different. And at least for me, this third one is freaking hard!

My morning sickness was the worst with this one. And my food aversions . . .  I pretty much just ate cereal, bread, and fruits for the first trimester. Yet I still gained a ton of weight.

The pain. Oh, the pain! This child feels like it tries to claw it's way out of me. Doesn't this kid know that my body doesn't work that way? The last two labors ended up in c-sections. You aren't getting out that way kid! And the pain in my pelvis. Who knew such pain existed?! Not I. Is it possible to sprain your pelvis? Let's not forget the pinched nerve at the base of my spine that lasted the entire second trimester. Oh, and the ripping pain on the top right of my belly that felt like my muscles were being pried apart like Popeye breaking out of jail.

Should we even acknowledge the moodiness? I pretty much can't stand anyone. Okay, that's not true, but I do get fed up quickly and I don't really care who notices. If you say something stupid, I'm going to either call you on it or straight up laugh at you (and not in one of those kind chuckle sort of ways, but in one of those that's-such-a-stupid-thing-to-say kind of ways).

And seriously, was I this hot with the first two? I know I was hot, but geez Louise, I might as well be sitting in a steaming cedar wood sauna all day. I mean, I just sit there and I sweat. I sweat with the fan blowing right in my face. I sweat even with the air conditioner on. You could probably fry an egg on my forehead, my leg, my belly - take your pick, I could probably fry an egg on my big toe.

But I tell you what, boy I love being pregnant. Maybe we can do this again in a few years.

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The Weekend

It was a wonderful Mother's Day weekend. I didn't go to the spa, I didn't get a pedicure, I didn't get any alone time. So what did I get? Blessed. I got blessed.

I hung out with my kids and their cousins on Saturday morning while my husband was at work. I made some plumeria leis in the afternoon. And we all went to the Taste of the Marianas in the evening where my daughter's hula class performed with Alana'ia.

(I really liked how all of the performances were projected onto the big screen. I sat a ways back off the side of the stage - this is the best shot I could get.)


Because of the performance and such a late dinner afterward, the kids didn't get to bed until close to 10pm, which meant that James and I ended up staying up way too late watching movies. But, thankfully, we all slept in until about 8:30am on Sunday. Eight-thirty! Can you believe it?

We went for an easy late breakfast at Coffee Care and then spent a few hours in the crystal clear water at Hyatt beach. James cooked dinner while I sewed and the kids made Mother's Day cards for my mom and sister. The kids were asleep by their normal bedtime so James and I watched movies and ate cappuccino ice cream bars. We actually ate two ice cream bars each. Two! Oh my word. Word to your mother.

Happy Mother's Day, friends.

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Dear friends,

Due to technical difficulties, I am unable to post a Wednesday What Is It? this week. I sincerely apologize for the sadness and emotional distress this may cause you. I will do everything in my power to ensure that the WWII is on track for next Wednesday.

Please be on the lookout for a consolation post tonight or tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Deece