Third Culture Kid(s)

I have a feeling I may be spewing this into the dark void of the blogosphere, but I’m feeling a little bloggy today. Not that there’s a lot to report, and this will be another annoying bullet-points post (although I generally like bullet point posts - a testament to my extreme short attention span).

So:

• the now 2 year-old has just emerged from playing in her room. It was quiet while it lasted. Now she’s trying to climb up on my lap, banging her head on the table, and wailing “Oh NO!” over and over. For the record, she’s not hurt.
• the husband has just emerged from our bedroom, and is now trying to annoy the toddler into submission.
• I’m still pregnant (11 weeks-ish). A fibroid was found on my uterus at an ultrasound last week, which is a little more worrisome than I’d like, but so far general consensus seems to be “leave it the hell alone.”
• I changed ob/gyns and have my first appointment with the new one on Wednesday. The one I started off with was bugging me…I kept having the feeling that he was basically just biding his time until I miscarried (I’m probably wrong about this - it was just a feeling, not really based on anything substantial). More importantly, though, I just felt like I wasn’t really being listened to, and - whining prima donna though I may be - I’m 40, overweight, hypertensive, hypothyroid, have a uterine fibroid, and I’d just like a little freaking reassurance that what can be done is being done. I’m not asking for miracles - if something bad happens, it happens. But, in the meantime, I’d like to know that we’re all at least trying to see things through to a successful conclusion.
• Also, he insisted I was almost 12 weeks along when I knew I was closer to just-turned-10. I know when sex happened. I know that my cycles tend long. I even know the average number of days they run. We discovered at the ultrasound that I was right.
• Morning sickness and general fatigue have brought dissertation progress to a grinding halt. BUT, I absolutely have to have a chapter draft finished by the end of the summer, so this is going to have to change asap.

And that’s all the news on this end. Still pregnant, still having morning sickness (HATE that s***), still dissertating. Toddler is doing well - and doing “two” by the book. Husband is stressed out. I’m tired.