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August 20, 2003
Umm... 14w4d? Maybe? Lordy, I can't keep up!
I will try not to make this too terribly long!
The girl at work
It turns out that the person who tried to impersonate me by calling my Dr's. office (I'll call her B.) has been blowing smoke up people's butts for a while. Keep in mind that I work in a daycare with 11 other girls. At 27 years old, I share being the oldest with only two others. B is 22, the co-worker in my room is only 19, and so on. Most of them are in their young young 20's. B has simply shown her age in the last couple of months. I have two children in the center, ages 2 and 4. She also has 2 children in the center, ages (1 and 3. Being that there are only 6 rooms in the center, and we are not supposed to teach in a room that our children are in, well... logic shows that we are going to have to teach each other's children eventually. Several weeks ago, when I wrote about the week from hell and having to watch what should be an unlawful number of three year old boys, B and I had our first encounter. Her son is in the class, and he is a difficult one to get to listen to you. I had taken his chin in my hand to try to direct him to look at me and listen. B walked by at the time, saw this, and absolutely flew off the handle. She did not speak to me for 3 days, and in my pregnancy-induced hormonal cry-a-river-at-nothing state, I bawled the entire three days. Literally. I tried to apologize for upsetting her the first day this "incident" happened, and she pretty much told me to go away, that she was pissed at me and did not want to talk to me. So after getting the evil eye for days on end, and feeling about thiiiis tall, she finally "forgives", and we tentatively go on our way.
Whew! Okay, so then we flash forward a couple of weeks to my finding out that B has called my Dr.'s office under the pretense of being me. (See last week's entry...) I find out from the co-teacher in my room that all this time, B has been spouting b.s. about me. She has said that I am not pregnant, and am lying. That I am poking my belly out, that I never had a quick-peek ultrasound because "they don't do those at her o.b. office", that I had no u/s pics to prove it, that they didn't change my due date at my last visit... it just goes on and on and on. It is ludicrous and mean and spiteful and I am just incredibly angry with her. Yet my kids are so happy at this daycare, and it brings home a paycheck for me... On the same token, I want nothing to do with keeping her kids, and I sure as hell don't want her watching mine, especially not the new baby when she (yes, I'll call her she until proven otherwise!) is born. I was ready for heads to roll when this happened, but the director chose not to fire her. She got a great butt-chewing and is on probation and has been told that there is a total lack of trust in her and she is being watched, but still... I feel undermined. What she did was not right, it was immoral, and impersonating me was illegal, and I really wanted for her to be gone. However, that has not happened. So the plan for now is to keep on keeping on. Right now, she is in the nursery (with her baby) and I am in the room just above the nursery. So neither of us are keeping each other's kids. And I will keep it that way until the baby is born, and then I will most likely leave. Liah will continue in the pre-k program there, because she truly loves it, and I will stay at home with Dylan and the new baby until Liah goes to school NEXT fall. Then I will job-hunt when I am only needing to have daycare provisions for two children rather than three (which is unaffordable regardless of the discounts for us!)
I am sorry that was such a book, but this has festered for weeks now, and I am better to have written about it!
On to the pregnancy!
I am feeling real kicks on occasion rather than slight butterflies, and I am truly LOVING it! Tommy is just so incredibly anxious to feel this little one's kicks, and I can't wait for him to be able to feel it. I am feeling better each and every day. I don't have a ton of energy in the evenings still, but, let's face it... I keep 7 babies all day long, then take care of a 2 and 4 year old all evening and all weekend, and I am pregnant... I am just plain tired and am going to be for quite some time to come. But I love my kids, and I love the new baby on the way, and I have such a wonderful, WONDERFUL husband - so, all in all, life is grand.
In only two weeks we will have our big ultrasound and will hopefully find out the sex of the baby! I go on Sep. 3rd. I will be only 16.5 weeks then, but the CNM has reassured me that barring any crossed legs, or hands over the privates, that this is plenty far enough along to determine sex. It seemed early to me, but I am not the expert. I am truly excited and have started counting down the days. Anyone else able to tell at this stage?
I want so badly to be a part of everyone's TTM board, and I am simply overwhelmed at all of the new diaries. Just wanted to let everyone know that I'm reading - I'm just too darn tired to post! But I hope everyone is doing well, and please feel free to drop a line to me if you're not too exhausted too! Hope everyone is doing well, and talk to you soon!
Cara
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