Life in my head...

Update on the baby chase

Well, I recently discovered that my cholesterol is high.  Scary high.  Over 500 high.  So, understandably the fertility doc demanded I get cleared by a cardiologist before they will see me again.  I picked the cardiologist with the earliest appointment, and I'm regretting it.  I had two appointments with him, and the last one left me pissed off and in tears.  He said to me:  "You really need to think about this; you really shouldn't pass your genes along to a child."  "<sigh> You can just adopt, you know!" and then he left me in his office in tears without a backwards glance.  I'm now trying to get an appointment in the only other practice in town, but it's an uphill battle.  Apparently, "professional courtesy" dictates that they not accept me since I'm already a patient of Dr. Asshole, and they'll have to "consider it".  I'm trying to keep my spirits up and my cholesterol down, but I'm really sad about the whole situation right now.  Off to eat some Cheerios with an oatmeal chaser.

Horrors of the heat pump

This summer we moved into our dream home, our first "real" home (we own it), and I have been happy about every bit of it.  I didn't even get too upset when the neighbors' grandson set the wooded lot next door on fire.  But now it's cold--well, it's cold to this Southern girl--and I'm suffering from chilblains and the angst of poor heating.  We have a heat pump, and it's wonderful in the summer.  Now that it's been in the 20s or teens every night, and low 40s in the day, I'm freezing!!!!  If I set the thermostat on 72, it might get to 65 in the house if I'm also cooking and running the dryer.  Thank God we used to live in a house with just a floor furnace in one room and I own a multitude of quilts.  Tim has even slept in pajamas or scrubs for several nights!  I'm awfully happy that I got a brand new flannel nighty from LL Bean for Christmas.  I'm thinking I need to borrow an idea from the Brits and take a hot water bottle to bed.  Every night now there is some good-natured bickering about who gets to warm who's feet on which pair of legs.  We have gas logs, but they are not hooked up.  I'm thinking that needs to be a priority in the next couple of days, especially since it's supposed to sleet tomorrow.  Sleet!  Brr, pardon me while I go pull the long-johns out of storage.

Bibliophile heaven

Monday was Childbirth Class night, and Tim and I like to meet for dinner after class.  I had a gift card for Christmas for the local book superstore, and it was burning a hole in my wallet.  We chose a restaurant very close to said Book Emporium, and walked there after dinner.  Ah, heaven.  There's just something about a book store.  I love books.  Not just reading, but I love books.  The weight, the smell, the texture of the pages.  Old books, new books, leather-bound classics, book club pulpy pages, they all have their own appeal.  And bookstores?  Nothing else like them.  Shelves and shelves of potential enjoyment.  No one minds if you plop down on the floor and sit for an hour with a large history of England.  I even enjoy watching other people do this.  Last night, a woman sat in the Bible section and  had several on the floor around her, comparing verses in versions.  When I notice that my arms are aching from the stack I've acquired, I know it's time to start out the door.  My $20 gift card barely put a dent in the total, but I don't regret our purchases.  How can one put a price or limit on the thoughts and words of C.S. Lewis, Margaret Atwood, and Louis L'Amour (Tim's choice)?  Also the new Thomas Harrison and a history of the Old West.  And a pregnancy journal, something I hope I'll need in the very near future.  I'm already half-way through Hannibal Rising.  Now pardon me, as I go back to my books.