Humor

Courtesy of theredhead1

While suturing a laceration on the hand of a 70-year-old Texas rancher (whose hand had caught in a gate while working cattle), a doctor and the old man were talking about George W. Bush being in the White House. The old Texan said, "Well, ya know, Bush is a 'post turtle'." Not knowing what the old man meant, the doctor asked him what a post turtle was. The old man said, "When you're driving down a country road and you come across a fence post with a turtle balanced on top, that's a post turtle." The old man saw a puzzled look on the doctor's face, so he continued to explain, "You know he didn't get there by himself, he doesn't belong there, he doesn't know what to do while he's up there, and you just want to help the poor stupid bastard get down."

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I promise I'll post something of my own very soon.

Baby update

I had a bit of trouble sleeping last night. At first it was just because my hips felt locked into place. Being pregnant sometimes feels much like having a pelvis full of hardened concrete. (Other times its much more like heavy jell-o, wobbling unexpectedly and somewhat amusingly.) Last night the concrete seemed to extend to the hip joints, so that moving was a lot of work.

Then my sinuses got blocked up, and that was that for a while. It took about two hours before I could breathe through my nose again; in the meantime I was awake and worrying. Luckily, I wasn't worrying about realistic things like the baby, but about calamitous but unlikely things like crazed gunmen storming one of my favorite coffee shops. (While I am in said coffee shop, of course.) So, about 6:30, when hubby had to wake, I was just again falling asleep. That lasted until 9 or so, and I felt much better.

The big event of the day was my 20-week pregnancy appointment. All of the news is good. Got to hear the heartbeat again, which is always exciting. I'd love to have one of those little machines at home so I can listen to her heartbeat every night before I go to sleep. I've gained 10 pounds, which I believe is spot-on where I ought to be now. I'm cranky and uncomfortable (not necessarily in that order,) but that, too, is normal, so I'm happy. (That may not make any sense to you at all if you've never been pregnant.)

Halfway there! Time to start shopping for pediatricians, clothes, and, well, I suppose just about everything else....