The Ol' Switcheroo

Today has been filled with interesting contradictions.

I made a concerted effort this morning to be ready to leave for work on time—it’s the first time I’ve driven myself in nearly three weeks since we’ve been trying to stretch our gas budget—yet, even though I arrived on time, I had a line of six patients waiting and was hard pressed to keep up for the first few hours. (Having healthy snacks pre-packed definitely helped me make it through!)

However, once I made it through the initial rush, I spent the rest of the day trying to stay awake—hoping against hope that one of the patients in the waiting room would be for me. Only two of them were.

Patrick was being incredibly sweet last night and early this morning as I struggled to sleep. He woke up with me in the wee hours to give me a long massage in an attempt to ease my back pain.  He got up with me again when it was time for me to leave so he could help me put my socks and shoes on, and to move his car out of the driveway where it was blocking mine…

Yet he called me at work around noon sounding pretty put out that he was the one who had to assemble dinner in the crock pot before leaving for the day.  (Usually I would at least cut everything up for him, but I ran out of time this morning; and it seems to be something of a sore point with him that acorn squash are not clearly marked with “cut here” lines… )Oh well, I know cooking isn't really his thing. I’m just glad he did it anyway, despite his inherent distaste of following recipes. (Even when said recipes only have five ingredients and three steps. I'm just saying...it's not like I asked him to make a pie from scratch or anything.)

My body has been lopsided all day. The baby has stayed head down, but this morning her back was on my left side until she suddenly decided to try laying the other way. That was one of the oddest sensations I've had so far... I was in the middle of setting up for an exam, when suddenly I saw/felt my belly heave as she swiveled around to face the other way. I almost lost my balance and fell.  I've spent the afternoon walking around like I just got done with a long horse ride...so not attractive. I just hope she stays put and doesn't make any more big moves for a while. I'm seriously afraid my legs will pop off if she does! 

I hope that once work is done (just ten more minutes to go!) that the rest of the evening will be mellow and without surprise.

P.S. I promise to let you know how dinner goes, though. I'm always curious to know the results when Patrick has been unleashed in the kitchen unsupervised...It either goes well, or badly. There is no in between. :-)