I, I 15, IV
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Late last night as I was waiting at an intersection, a couple crossed the street with their arms around each other. They walked awkwardly as he was very tall and she was very short. It was obvious that they were a brand new item and there was nothing, including waddling, that was going to stop them from this new, glorious embrace. For a second I felt the goosebumps, the butterflies, the shortness of breath associated with the first touch of a new love interest.
It is such a high.
But I did not envy them. I love knowing David. I know what he likes, what he doesnt like, how he reacts to different situations, what he will say next, what will make him cry, what will make him laugh what he cares for, what he doesnt care for, etc. I love knowing what dental floss he prefers and that movie hackers will make him pull up his soap box for the next 20 minutes. I love being married. I love love being married to David.
I 15:
I cant take it no more. UDOT is my new arch nemesis. Apparently every night they go on play dates with their orange cones and randomly alter freeway exits. On Monday they blocked off University Avenue so I ended up having to drive all the way to the east side of the lake to get home. Not cool at 11 at night.
Last night I thought I outsmarted them and did a U turn only to discover that the road was blocked off and I was heading back onto the freeway and to SLC.
I hate them.
IV:
We officially fired our OBGYN. The IV was just one of the last straws that pushed me over. We met our midwife today. She talked to us for nearly an hour–never looking at her watch to make sure she was on time for her next hysterectomy appointment. She went over all our questions and concerns. It was fantastic. The midwife is actually part of the same clinic as our previous doctor so it simplifies everything. Plus the doctors are available for support if necessary.
My main push was that we both want David to receive the baby. The doctor was very hesitant while the midwife was very open if everything goes well. I cant imagine anything more beautiful than David receiving our little Blueberry.
Love,
Sandy