Third Culture Kid(s)

I’m pooped (been up since 5-something this morning, although the “pooped” is more of a general kind of thing), so this is a bullet-points post.

• Got feedback from the diss group I keep trying to quit.  It was generally negative, albeit helpful in clarifying a couple of things I was stuck on.  I basically get the overall negative tone, since there wasn’t much to go on (as usual), and what there was was iffy at best.  Still…
• BUT, after I melted down all over M. about it, he gave me a suggestion - one that seems simple enough, but which I apparently needed him to make - that should help clarify things a lot.  So, yay nice husband!
• I can’t believe I’m only 36 weeks pregnant, but I feel like I’ve been pregnant for freaking ever, and I cannot imagine how this kid could possibly get bigger.  I’ve been off-and-on paranoid about every last thing, but I’m trying to just channel it elsewhere.  2.0 is moving a lot still (don’t know how, since I cannot imagine how he has room in there) - he has his quieter days, but for the most part he’s still pretty regular.  He’s a hiccuppy little thing, but then so was MM.  Next dr.’s appt. is tomorrow - I’m seeing the other doctor in the practice, so that should be different at least.  At 11:15.  I have a card that says so.
• Right now, I’m planning to move MM and me over to my parents’ house this weekend.  See, we live about 40 minutes from the hospital (probably less if it’s 2 am., but that’s a rough estimate), and my parents live about 25 minutes away.  If that.  I keep wondering what we’re going to do if I happen to go into labor before my scheduled c-section - especially if it’s in the middle of the night.  I’m usually the designated driver in the family (M. could probably handle this part during the day, but he’s not a great night driver because of vision issues), and I’d have to get MM into the carseat to meet up with my parents at the hospital…or have them come get me and take me over, which is an hour right there.  And even though no one in my immediate family has a history of babies just popping out in the car, I worry that that could happen.
  Any way you look at it, I’d feel safer knowing I’m closer to the hospital and that there’s someone else to do the driving.  And M. has finals to do that week anyway, so it wouldn’t be so bad if we got out of his hair.  It just seems like the prudent course of action.  Of course, it also means that I’ve got to get stuff prepared - clothes for MM, clothes (ha!) for me, put the washed covers back on the baby carseat and the bouncy seat, wash up a few things for 2.0…what else???  Breast pump…aaaaaaagh.

So, that’s about where I am these days.  Brain - dissipated.  Going to attempt some reading today, though; the issue at stake in the chapter I’m working on has been lack of a case study - lots of theory, nothing to pin it on, if you will.  M. helped me think of one possible avenue that would work as a case study, and I have some nice stuff to supplement it, so we’ll see what can be done.  Pregnancy - ready for the show to be on the road.