Yesterday I had a midwife “home visit.” My other midwife didn’t do this, and only got a little lost at midnight while I was in labor. 🙂
Yesterday, and the days leading up to it weren’t the most relaxing. I mean the floors needed
swept shoveled. The counters were (are) cluttered. The dishes were piled up after prepping for a potluck and being gone all day Sunday. There’s a spare piano in the dining room (still). One couch was (is) piled high with laundry in various states of folding (or not).
The Laundry Fallout from cleaning my room on Saturday. I must say, if it weren’t for homebirths, I really might never thoroughly clean my room. I’m sorry. I know that’s wrong, and maybe immoral, but it just doesn’t make the part of the list that actually ever gets done, you know? It’s upstairs, never ‘visited,’ and I just can’t justify ignoring something more pressing for that. Maybe someday that will change.
Anyways, because the room attracts things like off-size kid’s clothing, and the baby’s outgrown things that need put away, and things the kids drag through and leave, not to mention my own piles of clothes that “used to” fit, clothes that “might” fit again, clothes for butchering chickens and clothes for going to church (I do designate between the two, unlike with the shoes), maternity clothes, summer clothes, winter clothes… You see how ugly it can get, right? And some things that *might* have been clean, were no longer, due to being too near traffic or so far from it that dust was settling.
Let’s just say that the washer ran from 8 am to about 2 pm with barely a pause yesterday. And the hallway is still nearly impassable. All four LONG laundry lines were filled all. Day. Long (oh, I also took it upon myself to boil Organique’s diapers this weekend to hopefully dissuade a recurring rash, and then went ahead and did the little baby diapers too, since I’ll be needing those shortly).
Thankfully she was late. I managed to shovel AND sweep the kitchen/dining areas, and even cleaned my bathroom. In case she’d see that for some reason. *sigh*
She didn’t, by the way, but that’s not the point of this post. I was tired. Overworked. Overwhelmed. In short: “the usual.” :] But I was home, sweating and drinking water.
I took the nice plastic cup she offered and went to do my duty in my nice, shiny bathroom. I was happy that it had a very “pale ale” look to it.
And even HAPPIER when my specific gravity (dehydration level) was good! So was the pH!
If you knew me back in academic times, you would know how dependent my psyche came to be on getting good grades. I know, that’s a whole ‘nother post and problem, but let’s just say that I don’t think those two spots on the tester-strip have EVER been good in this pregnancy. And the gravity one is especially important.
I passed! See? If I’m not a). running around trying to get everyone to an appointment in time, or b). doing errands all around town prior to an appointment, then I DO drink plenty (I KNEW I did. I mean, peeing ever 3 hours at night must count for SOMETHING, right?). I don’t drink so much during errands because, well, if you’ve ever taken 3 kids, a pregnant belly, and a grocery cart into a public restroom stall, you’ll know it’s not something you want to do at every stop.
You may congratulate me on getting an ‘A’ on my pee test, if you like.