11 weeks later

And today I'm feeling queasy. I'm hoping it's just something "not sitting right," because this is certainly a fine time to get morning sickness. So Kevin picked me up a little ginger ale. I expected a 2L bottle, he brought home a 12 pack. So I have lots of ginger ale.

I worked this weekend, and it went pretty well. Work's been burning me out. Difficult patients, more difficult doctors, required education piling up, minimal breaks. But the last three days were great. Our numbers have slowed over the last year. While this might not make the bosses too happy, it pleases me and it's out of my hands anyway. I had nice patients with easy deliveries. I worked with great care providers. Out weekend team is outstanding, all hard workers and strong team players. The news of my pregnancy is making the rounds, and I adore all the attention. Dr. Cameron, a lovely family practice physician, was caring for my patient Sunday morning. "Who's pregnant, isn't somebody new pregnant." So I smiled and raised my hand. Turns out his wife is about as pregnant as me! So we bonded.

Today I had grand plans. The rains had stopped, so the dogs got to run around and go for a walk. But I was so tired, I took a nap at 11:30, having only woken 4 hours prior. Then I woke up feeling yucky, called in sick to choir, and that was the end of my ambition today. Kevin is back at the theater for tech week. He ran home, got some leftovers, gave me hell about watching him.

"Go away" Pointed upstairs.

"Why, I'm not doing anything."

"I know what you're thinking."

"Not hardly."

"Yep. Oh, he's grating a lot of cheese. Bet he doesn't clean off the counter. And he put the grater in the sink. Bet he doesn't put that away." With accompanying choreography.

I cried, laughing so hard. He was exactly right. Why can't I be that right sometime?

Today, I reconnected with Carrie Chase, darling wife of John Chase (which John Chase you ask, because there are around 2653 documented cases). John Chase, youngest son of Stan Chase, youngest of the Chase elder siblings, of which Dad was the middle child. His wife is the only cousin who returns Christmas cards. Now she's the only cousin who gets Christmas cards. They have two kids, Austin and Amber, who are gorgeous. It's really too bad we all live so far apart, and always have. It's made it difficult to connect as adults. So I'm really looking forward to getting to know Carrie a little better. And email is so brilliant for that sort of thing. Free and fast. And she can give me loads of advice about having a baby, because I don't do well without a book and a list.