Halfway There

Today is the first day of the second HALF of my pregnancy. 20 weeks, 1 day. I’m feeling pretty good. I feel like I didn’t eat all that well today, but now that I think about it that just means too many slices of whole grain bread. (Eggs, cereal, apple, peanut butter, raisin toast, cashews, cheese, homemade chicken-noodle-veg soup, toast.)

Today, I want to throw out all my stuff and live in an Ikea showroom with no real belongings. I want clean and spare. I don’t want to save stuff. I just want to start all over again and live in a model home where the surfaces are dust-free and hold only a single vase. No mementos anywhere. This fantasy is completely contrary to my sentimental, pack-rat, cluttery nature. I want to throw out all of Lucas’s and Ian’s stuff too.

The asthma doc says yes, I can have my refill. Advair is the golden ticket to a real, symptom free life. I just want my damned refill. He gave me a bunch of CYA info about meds and pregnancy that ultimately concluded with him saying he doesn’t think we should change anything. I saw him just over one year ago. My numbers after my pulmonary tests are exactly the same as they were on July 17, 2005. So why the hell can’t I just accomplish this 3-minute yearly conversation over the phone or email? Why the hell do I have to go there?

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