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35 weeks – and my other kid may be scarred permanently.

I am a pod.

I am a big, walking, gestating pod.

I am 35 weeks pregnant and have finally reached the point of having weekly visits with my OB.  My three year old is dragged along with me for every visit.  Bam Bam knows the drill – blood pressure, weigh in, pee in a cup, listen to the heartbeat, and dose e doe out the door.

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Flashback Friday- Immediate poetry.

Today’s Flashback Friday post is from the category Immediate Poetry.

Enjoy today’s poem from the archives:

 

Toddler In Tow.

Waiting room

waiting room

Toddler in tow.

No nap has me praying.

Goldfish are my savior.

“Momma up!”

“down!”

“out!”

Wishing for peace.

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I was going to look for a new OB/GYN, but then I used her bathroom.

So…

I decided to get a new OB/GYN.

I like mine, but I don’t LOVE her. And I am often jealous of women who speak of their OB’s like they are best friends. I hear stories of ladies who talk to their Gynies about everything from sex to nutrition to tequila. There are people out there who have relationships with their OB/GYNs that span decades, and women who drive over 30 miles because they refuse to break that bond.

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Toddler in tow.

Waiting room

waiting room

Toddler in tow.

No nap has me praying.

Goldfish are my savior.

“Momma up!”

“down!”

“out!”

stroller shakes, stroller shakes

Clock ticks

Goldfish gone

Into the room

the size of a dime.

Spilled milk

Strawberry milk

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