Randomness

Pregnancy, tiredness, and work have taken over my brain but I share a few snippets.

- witch baby is a future soccer champion, I swear. I have a bruise from when I was up against the counter and the baby kicked me right where the counter was on the outside.

- all the good girls' names have been taken by the system or our first daughter or some very close relative. Okay not really, but we are thinking of relaxing the 'no system names' rule slightly, at least enough to allow variants. Let the arguing begin! I vote Alexandra already. :-)

- I have been praised for my vegetable and legume consumption, to which I responded maturity and evenly and with chips and dip.

- the joint-loosening hormone has definitely kicked in; I have to work not to waddle. My hip, which got injured last time and then was almost dislocated during the labour when a nurse put her whole weight into pushing it up and back, is really starting to bother me.

- I don't think I ever blogged this one: another baby died at East General, from the second-hand account I got in the same fucking way as Emily did, long labour, bad monitoring, no c-section. This happened last week. Each day I feel more guilty for not having sued them yet, although we agreed to wait 'til this baby's out so as not to put more stress on me (but the guilt is starting to qualify). Oddly enough I only have one degree of separation between me and the mother: she works with the teacher I used to work with eons ago, and that's how I heard about it. Maybe she and I can put our resources together, but I'm not sure how or when to approach her.

And it makes me so angry and I can't work out to burn it off, and then I try to breathe and file this to "October." It's wrong, I know, to strive to be less present about anything but sometimes it's time to cut some slack.

(P.S. I suppose it's also, in a lesser way, wrong to be inordinately proud of my bruise and show it (and stretchmarks) off all the time. But I am. Look what my kid did!)