The Big Easy

Some day are diamonds. Your schedule comes together effortlessly. Like yesterday, for want of an example. Our 24 week check up with Dr J. My Dr's office is located within a modern, bright Private Hospital that has a luscious cafeteria, tasteful decoration & well heeled inhabitants. I often wonder if anyone is ever sick or in pain within the corridors? The softly lit suites hardly seem capable of harbouring suffering.
The car park, however is impossible. FULL of pain & suffering! Often, several repeat loops must be navigated before locating a spot. Not good for the nerves if you are already running late. But yesterday we cruised under the boom gate, sailed into into a prime parking spot and promptly high fived each other. It's the little things you see, that incite glee for P & I! We headed straight for Pathology to take my Gestational Diabetes screening test and bingo!..the waiting room was empty! I downed my glucose drink with abandon. It was sweet, chilled & surprisingly pleasant. The lab technician set a stopwatch and told us to come back in 1 hour for the blood test. We headed upstairs to Dr J's rooms with minutes to spare. I thought of the many, many times I'd been within this clinic. Over the years, seemingly the only flat bellied, barren girl amongst a smattering of gestating queens & their bored husbands. There is nothing more heart sore than an infertile in a Ob/Gyn waiting room. I felt an air of melancholy within me....even as I balanced a magazine on my expanding belly. It's hard to believe that we're there because I'm pregnant & not because Plan F, G & H failed. The appointment goes well. My belly is measured, cervix is confirmed long, Hef's heartbeat dances around our ears. My husband looks glassy eyed. I feel a little bashful, being pantless & wandmonkeyed in his full view. Just as things were wrapping up, a brisk knock at the door was followed by his assistant's voice "You are needed in the Labour Ward" she says, panic free. Dr J points to the tissues & calmly announces "Everything is looking wonderful! Now, I'd better go...take your time dressing, let yourselves out and see you in a fortnight" My husband urged him on his way, much like sending a warrior into battle! Exiting I did feel a tad sorry for the waiting patients. Who knew how long they'd be there for...waiting for Dr J to return from this delivery? Why did I feel so smug that our appointment had not been delayed? We got lucky. Back at pathology, the stopwatch was counting down 33 seconds....32...31. Perfect timing! Blood was drawn, lunch was bought & to top everything off....we were under the free parking quota by milliseconds. Shizzah!
Ah, yes. Some days are Diamonds!

Optional belly shot below if you are still inclined.

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Boo.