“By far the most common craving of pregnant women is not to be pregnant.” Phyllis Diller

This is the moment I have been waiting for and counting down to for a long long time.  It is finally here!  Tomorrow this time, I will have my Oli in my arms.

As I count down the hours until I meet the littlest of the little, I can’t help but feel nervous.  It is a good kind of nervous.

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A non-baby-related post…

Impossible!  But maybe the bitching session is just what I need!

For some reason UNISA honestly thought closing their call centre will better the communication between them and the general public.  In the perfect world I can really see how this will work, however not even while dreaming at night, in my deepest darkest subconscience is the world perfect.

In the beginning of the year I registered for 3 subjects, shortly after the registration I found out I was pregnant – first trimester + commuting to Joburg on a daily basis = completely useless.  I realized very quickly that my enrollment was a mistake and looked at possible solutions:

Option 1:  Carry on in my lazy ways and fail all 3 modules and waste all monies spend (and not yet spent because I hadn’t purchased any textbooks/ software)

Option 2:  Request special permission to write the needed exams in the second semester, allowing me more time to prepare for the needed exams, by pro-actively working through the said modules.

Option 3:  Getting the above permission and worrying about the rest later – as long as I can sleep when my tried commuted ass arrives home and be miserable while coping with the lovely myth called morning sickness.

Wish I would say I did the sensible thing and chose option 2 instead of option 3, but lets be realistic!  To make a long story short (er), I was allowed to write my exams now (as in a couple of weeks time).  This was followed by a lovely letter from UNISA advising me that I will need to complete a minimum of 4 modules in this year, alternatively I will need to complete additional modules next year to continue my incompetence, lack of educational competence – who remembers wording?  Yet it boils down to doing some “extra work” to get you back on track because obviously you are stupid!

As you can imagine this had me, just a slightly pissed off, but Model A student that I am, I went and enrolled myself for 1 additional module.  Naturally all of this had to happen to me just as UNISA decided to improve disable all forms of communication will students by closing the call centre.

The result is as follow:

After months of communicating with UNISA – via sms and email (okay, okay – 1 sms and 1 email), my enrollment for the additional module was cancelled and my registration was reinstalled for the supplementary exams.

Because of my very pregnant current state and the fact that I am a bit worried about the 3 exams I will be writing in a little over a month, I will let the let the cancellation of the module go.  I am very forgiving and understanding in that way.  However (and I will probably need to go and find a person to scream at – in person) if the make me do the additional-I-am-stupid-modules, all hell will be lose!

P.S.  Now that I have that off my chest, I may return to my books and prepare (like the Model A student I am) for my 3 exams.  Wish me luck!

P.P.S.  Maybe just run to the loo for the millionth time to empty my bladder first.

12 Weeks and 5 Days

The first appointment we had with the gynae was on the 7th of February.  The doctor was very thorough, pleasant and clear on the matter that he only performs caesarean sections.  He gave us his reasoning behind this, however it all comes down to predictability.  As the Beefmaster and I left his offices and went about our normal day-to-day lives, we came to the following conclusions:

  1. We really like this doctor.
  2. He is old enough to be my grandfather and that is okay.
  3. We can settle for a caesarean section.
  4. We really would prefer natural birth if at all possible.
  5. Our doctor is such a lovely old man
  6. It is understandable that he would like to keep things simple-er and more predictable, especially at his age.
  7. I really want to go the natural route and I cannot pretend I’m okay with a c-section when I am not.

This was pretty much my day-to-day thinking.  I read up on the matter, I asked my friend’s what their opinions were.  I had conflict in my inner soul.  The BM agreed with whatever I felt comfortable with, he allowed me to say my say and listened patiently as I voiced my concerns.  Finally we had a plan:   The plan was to attend our second appointment and during the consultation to ask our doctor to refer us to an alternative doctor who will allow nature to take it’s course.  I remember how I had rehearsed the conversation.  I remember feeling confident about our decision.  However, once we had looked at the baby, my heart started beating a little bit faster.  We were sitting in the Doctor’s consultation room and I remember looking up at the Beefmaster, hoping he would start the conversation, I dreaded to bring to light.    I remember the pregnant (excuse the pun) pause, as we were about to leave the consultation area.  The moment we had the chance to say our say.  And I remember how both of us looked at the each other, stood up and kept quiet.

The question I pose is this:

 How do you “fire”  the gynae you have come to like very dearly, only because you are not willing to have your pregnancy planned according to someone else’s schedule?