I need me an internets hug today.
First, let me say that I had an amazing, AMAZING time in Kansas City. I had NO idea how much I needed a few days to wander around in an incredible town all by myself. I walked, read, journaled, met some ridiculously cool bloggy friends who contacted me while I was in their neck of the woods, enjoyed the rain, caught a movie, ate great food, and became more acquainted with a city that I fall more in love with every time I visit. We stayed with a family whose love and hospitality makes me feel like a daughter. I regained some lost confidence in myself simply because I had to find my own way for a few days. I enjoyed the attention that a baby bump can attract in an Urban Outfitters:
“OMG!! You’re, like, totally pregnant!! Cuuuuutee! Sarah- come look at this!!!”
I have had this entire morning free as well because my above-and-beyond gracious in-laws offered to keep Ezra one more night and then drop him off at school this morning for me. I get to go pick him up in two hours. I am so refreshed and relaxed from my time away.
But here’s where the sadness comes in. I got a call yesterday from OU Medical saying they needed to reschedule my appointment. I didn’t know whether it was my ultrasound appointment or my midwife appointment, so I called them back this morning to figure it all out.
Turns out, it’s my ULTRASOUND appointment. And they have not just pushed it back a day or two, oh no, but almost THREE WEEKS from now. And there’s absolutely NOTHING I can do about it.
Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe I’m being overly dramatic about it all.
But I can’t stop crying.