so there really is no time to catch you up, so we'll just start fresh, from today. i had a doctor appointment today. since my last appointment (2 1/2 weeks ago) i've gained a pound. yep, that's right. one pound. eat your heart out. :) i was pretty happy. well, until i laid my big ole' pregnant arse onto the table in the room. my doctor says, "ohhh, you've certainly got a big belly! let's measure that baby, mmk?" ummm, ok. whatev. so she measures me and says, "well, everything looks good but you're measuring at 34 weeks. you're 31 weeks, right?" i said, "yep. 31 weeks last saturday." so she then proceeded to tell me that if i were still measuring 3 weeks ahead we'd take a look at nora at the next appointment and do a "dating" scan. soooo... i suppose i could potentially be going into labor a little sooner than planned. i'll keep you posted on that situation as it progresses.
that said, when i returned from work i was greeted by my co-worker, heather. she very excitedly said, "soooo? how'd it go? do you have a picture?" (**sidenote: heather has no babies and is a little obsessed with ultrasound pictures. i can't count on both hands how many times i've told her i don't get a "picture" everytime i go and also that i probably won't be getting anymore "pictures" until i take them of my born baby in a couple months). mmk, so i say, "well, i'm a biggin' and no i don't have a picture." she laughs. i said, "no, i'm serious. i'm measuring about three weeks ahead." and at about this moment i feel the floor beneath my feet give way. yes, i'm serious. i look down and realized i had been standing on the heater vent in my office and i had just fell through. yes people... i fell through the mother-loving heating vent at the exact moment i told heather i was measuring three weeks ahead of schedule. classy, no?
so i sat there... mortified. and since heather was looking at me and heard the very obvious ::thud:: when the heater vent gave way i had no choice but to address the issue. so i said, "well. i just fell through the floor." she laughed. and so did i... because seriously, that's pretty funny. and the timing. great job God - couldn't have produced a more perfect moment for an almost 8 month pregnant lady to fall through the floor myself.
and then she did the most generous thing anyone has ever done for me. and i mean that. she, in her 125 lb glory, got up from her chair, walked over to the heater vent, stood on it and pressed her heel into the vent and broke it... same as i had just done. and she says, "well, see... i broke it too. you're not fat. it was just the heel on your shoe." i hugged her... through tears. and then we laughed as we had never done before.
and above you will see that glorious heater vent we smashed up. about half way through you'll see two little rungs that are just demolished. one for me and one for skinny, not pregnant heather. :) that is why i will miss my job. thank you heather. thank you very much.
oh... and dean (my boss) if you read this... the heater vent on the side of the filing cabinet was damaged by a big heavy box of dead files that accidentally fell onto the vent a long time ago. we did not swap it out for the one pictured above. no sir, we did not do that.
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