Oncologist

So I finally heard back from the oncologist. By the way, waiting to hear from an oncologist isn't stressful at all.

He looked at the pictures of my tumor, and before he makes an appointment he wants me to have some blood tests done. Thankfully I can have them drawn at Hurlburt Field, which is only 25 minutes from my house, as opposed to the 45 it takes to get to both Eglin and Sacred Heart. I have to get them done before 11 am, and I can walk in on any day. Since the lab on Hurlburt is closed this Monday, I'll be going Wednesday morning before I have to be at work at 9:30. 

It's nice to have finally heard back, but I don't really feel like I have any more information.

Whatever.

I'm to the point now that I'm far enough along that I'm not terribly worried for him. I'm concerned, of course, but if he has to come out 4 weeks from now, I think he'll be fine. Sacred Heart has an amazing NICU, if he comes out earlier than that.

Along the baby-growing line, all is well. He's moving more and more all the time, he's very kicky, which is cute. He can't be felt from the outside yet, but I can't wait for Ricky to be able to feel him. Although I bet that means I'll constantly have a hand on my belly.

Speaking of that...

I never, ever, ever put my hands on a pregnant woman's belly. Never. I didn't even ask. It just felt like such a violation of personal space, and you could see the look on some women's faces when other people just reached right over and rubbed them. Ick.

It's only happened to me twice, but oh my, how I wanted to punch somebody.

I'm not the first person to ever have a baby. Stop losing your shit.

While I'm griping, a couple of people have said, "You're 6 months? It looks so tiny!"

That aggravates me, but I don't have a good reason. I'm sure it would upset me more if people said, "You're HUGE for 6 months!"

I know people mean well, but it would be super nice if they'd just say "Congratulations."

Okay, I'm done complaining.