It’s just been a day.  It’s been a week of days, but today was the first day where I actually had to stop and take small breaths and force myself to calm down.  Part of it — okay, MOST of it — was my fault.  I’d either done something stupid or I was hurrying too fast.. and did something stupid.  But it’s frustrating to normally have EVERYTHING under control, and then — BOOM! — in one day, feel like all of your balls are in the air.

Heh.  I said balls.

So my doctor’s appointment last week was rescheduled to today.  It was moved because my doctor “had to be out of the office” that afternoon.  Which, to any lay person, sounds like a golf game was calling.  I asked if he was available Monday afternoon.  The lady responded with a curt “no.  But he can see you at nine o’clock Monday morning.”

Honey, I work.  I am offering times that are convenient for me to get away from my job, since we’re rescheduling due to your conflict.  What about Tuesday.  10:15?  Done.

So I call the doctor’s office at 9 o’clock to ask for directions, because not only is this day all out of whack because of this appointment, but I have no idea where this office is.  The lady answered this morning and said, “Oh.. we have you down for nine o’clock.”

WHAT?!  Then she repeated it, as if I didn’t hear her the first time.  And we all just sat there.  Finally, I took a breath (one of those afore mentioned breaths) and said, “Okay.. just where do we go from here?”  I agreed to come in ASAP and they would see me.

The good news is that the doc said that, if this were a test, I’d be at 110%.  My weight gain has steadied (hooray!), the baby is plenty healthy, and all is well. (Knock on wood.) I go for a glucose screening in two weeks and my next appointment begins the two week rotation.  Three of those, and then I’m in every week.  WHICH MEANS I WILL BE HAVING A BABY SOON, PEOPLE!

There are other things that happened today that are currently outside of my control, so I’m just.. you know.. breathing a lot and hoping that I will find some resolve soon.  Karma usually takes care of me, so I need to relax.

On the upshot, I had a fabulous lunch today, which was truly a high point in an otherwise scattered day.  I had run into an old friend at the dress rehearsal of Nunsense who surprised me with the knowledge that a project that I had previously been involved with (but it had fallen through due to numerous conflicts) had been rescheduled.  That was great news.  One of the parts had to be recast, but I knew the actor and was PSYCHED to here that HE’S involved now, so that was greater news.  But the best news today came when we spoke over lunch and I’m now serving as collaborative AD for the show.  This show is SO incredibly important to me, so this is really the greatest news.  I think that you really have to loveLOVElove a show to want the best for it.. this is one of my top three shows in life.  By far.  So excited.  Did I mention how psyched I am?

I’m now juggling my many balls (any excuse to work the word balls into a conversation, really) and editing our program newlsetter.  I will be SO ready for a three-day weekend. 

I just feel like I’ve let you people down by not posting today.

So I leave you with this:

The Hoff sings “This is the Moment”

One of my most favoritest songs EVER.  Done oh-so-badly.

I should have more time to post tomorrow.  And maybe even some news.

A few days ago, Bryan and I got to talking about The Boy and how we wanted him to become more independent within the home.  We figure that, at seven years old, he’s old enough to start helping himself when he needs something.  It’s a fine line, however, between what he can do and what he should.  Refill his apple juice?  Can’t.  Bottle’s bigger than he is.  But cut up his own food?  Maybe it’s time for him to start.

At dinner tonight, he ordered pancakes.  Much to my surprise, Bryan said, “You should cut that up,” and then explained how he could use his knife and/or fork to cut up his food.  The Boy sat for a few minutes, trying desperately to maneuver the fork and knife.  He tried really, really hard.  And for the most part, Bryan didn’t even laugh at him.

After eating only a few bites of his pancakes, he devoured his bacon and asked for a biscuit.  I said he needed to focus on his dinner, not the bread on the table.  He looked back at his plate and said, “Well, I’m actually pretty full.”

Well, genius, then you don’t need a biscuit.  He sat back, perplexed that I was SO smart.

Finally, Bryan offered to cut up his pancakes for him.  He had made a valiant effort, and we know now that he should continue to do so.. it’s within his realm of capabilities.  Bryan praised him and said that he’d done well.  The Boy just sat back and woefully said, “But it has defeated me.”

That’s one area we’re letting him grow up a bit.  The rest of him, we’re more than content to keep at seven years of age.