Well, I still can’t believe it. How can I not feel anything different? I didn’t think about it at all yesterday, but today I have a tiny tiny fear that somehow they looked at someone else’s test…surely it wasn’t meant to be this easy.
I dreamed all night long…I remember waking up once and thinking ‘now that was an interesting dream, maybe I should blog some of my dreams’; and then when I awoke I couldn’t remember that dream! One that I can remember is from Monday night: The house I lived in required a walk across a hanging wooden bridge. When I crossed the bridge I saw a baby sitting on a blanket or rug on the floor…it wasn’t my baby, it could’ve been a sister/brother…I think we were related. I think I felt something not right then…I picked the baby up and went back over the bridge. Someone else was with me both times over the bridge; I think the first time it was Papa, and somewhere he turned into Al. Then we were walking through these fabulously decorated rooms…kinda like Botany Bay, warm browns, and things everywhere. As Al and I quickly walked I could see things out of the corner of my eye changing…then I saw a lampshade that was yellow, when I looked back it had turned colors. I looked at Al and asked if she saw that; I positioned the baby like a football…I knew we were going to be running and I wanted a firm grip. As I waited for Al to answer she just smiled at me…I knew she was It. I started running and she changed into this computer-generated-looking orange panther, fluid and rapid. I don’t remember much more than that…I ran and it jumped/flowed all around me. Then the dream changed into me, mom, Jo and Al at college…
So anyway…I woke up at 6am this morning…I hope all my excitement stops manifesting itself this way, I need some sleep. After blogging for a while I got ready, left Tj sleeping (lucky boy), and went over to the dental clinic. I’d called to make an appointment a few weeks ago. On the phone I explained that we have to drive very far to get there, so did they have any available appointments this week? The guy was extremely friendly; I asked for a Wednesday afternoon appointment because my doctor’s appointment was Wednesday morning (later I regretted not putting the dental in the morning before breakfast…it’s only logical). He offered to get me in Monday, a designated cleaning/exam appointment; but we were planning on arriving Monday, so that wouldn’t work. He said ok to the Wednesday appointment; those were usually reserved for cavities, but he said that they would be understanding of my situation. I told him that I could move it to some other time…I didn’t want to inconvenience them, and I didn’t want them to cancel me later because I wasn’t a cavity appointment. He said there would be no problem. Monday morning as I was washing dishes and getting ready to go we got a phone call from the dentist’s office…they were canceling! I immediately assumed it was because of all the malarkey I just wrote about, but they said that the dentist’s wife had just had a baby! So I decided to show up and ask if there had been any cancellations. When I got to the appointment desk this morning I waited for the woman to finish with the person on the phone and then told her I was throwing myself on her mercy (we’ve had a lot of trouble getting in to dentist’s appointments before). I recited the facts: I’d had an appointment, I’d driven six hours to get here, I was only going to be here for the week, I’d forgotten my records, and I’d just found out I was pregnant…could she do anything for me? She asked me how far along I was, and then she said that they never do anything during the first trimester; so that was that.
I went back to the room and hung around until my doctor’s appointment. Tj got dressed and went with me. Dr. Stombaugh is the nicest doctor…even Tj thought so the last time he came with me. When Dr. Stombaugh walked into the room he said “I’ve heard a rumor…” I said I’d heard it too, and hoped it was the truth. He fussed at me for forgetting my records…but there was nothing I could do at that point. We talked about the usual baby stuff…I’m supposed to walk four times a week 30 minutes each time, and I have to sweat. Yuck! I hate sweating! I can swim, though…so we’ll see. The bomb he dropped was that I can only have two glasses of tea a day!!! I love my tea…oh, and tuna…I can only have one can per week, maximum!!! I’ve been eating it about every other day; but with the mercury scare I’ll have to really cut down. Oh, well, I’m sure it won’t be such a sacrifice when I think of the baby. He also said no lifting heavy things…nothing over 25 lbs.
The doctor gave me an examination…I wasn’t expecting that! Tj stayed for the whole thing…he asked me if I wanted him to leave, but it didn’t matter to me…it was nice having him there to hold my hand. He did laugh later at how much I jump. A story from my past: the first time I ever had a full exam my doctor (Wendy Moses, in S’port) said “I’m just gonna touch your thigh”…you should’ve seen how high I jumped when she did! I was a little calmer today, but it took some concentration. After the whole thing was over and the doctor was waiting outside for me to get dressed Tj made a comment about my being ‘ducked’ by the doctor…that tool does look like a duck’s bill. *sigh* Anyway, the doc said that everything looked good…it was nice to hear that.
I told him that we weren’t planning on seeing another doctor until we moved back to America. He hemmed and hawed a minute, looking at his chart and thinking. I didn’t think that it would be a big deal…I thought women usually waited two months before going to their first appointment. I told him that if I needed to of course I’d drive back out here before then for an appointment. He didn’t want to say that I had to drive back out, but it was pushing it a little to leave the appointment until July. He said if I had any trouble (bleeding/cramping/pain) that I should come back before leaving Spain; but that if everything went smoothly that I’d be about 12 weeks when I got to Atlanta.
We left the doc’s office with congratulations and went to pick up my prescriptions. We ran a couple of errands, had lunch, and then it was time to take care of the car. We ran to the on-base car shop to get a couple of things to clean it, and then took the Toyota to a car wash. We vacuumed it out and wiped it down. We worked hard on the bugs on the front but they were pretty stubborn. I didn’t think that the car was too bad, and convinced Tj to let us stop working on the front. We went back to the room and he read the rules for shipping the car…now he’s worried (I am too, but I’m trying to help him not worry too much). Apparently the car needs to be spotless. The kicker is that the undercarriage needs to be cleaned. There was no point in cleaning it before our six-hour trip out here, and you can’t clean that at a public car wash (we haven’t found one that lets you hold the hose/scrubber); if it doesn’t pass inspection we’ll have to ask the guys there what we can do.
After all of that we met up with Gonzo and Co. for supper; that’s gotta be another entry.