feeling a bit ranty
in the ongoing hunt for the right therapist, the sexologist's partner has not called me back, but i found the other woman she recommended today on my provider list. she was there all the time; i had just misunderstood her first name. now i'm crossing my fingers that she'll call me back tomorrow.
the psychiatrists in my mother-in-law's practice told her they didn't know anyone to recommend, but my mil recommended a minister (from a famously conservative, politically-active church in a suburb far away) she has seen for counseling and asked if she could give him my number. ugh. there's something not right about one's mil trying to give one's number to another man.
i'm starting to feel like tom arnold, desperately trying to find "the one". maybe i should take out a billboard.
*****
will it ever stop raining? will i ever see the sun again? will my mental health survive another cleveland winter and a new office with no sunlight (not that there's any sunlight to be seen anyway)?
will my mother and mother-in-law ever stop exchanging misinformation?
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i would so like to start my period. if it happens, it means my gear is back in, well, gear, and it opens the door to try, try again. the d&c was three weeks ago yesterday, so i was hoping it would start yesterday, like it did after i delivered hans, but no such luck yet.
it will probably start with a gush during my checkup tomorrow morning when my ob has his hand in my hoo-ha. which would be a cruel reminder to be careful what you wish for.
the psychiatrists in my mother-in-law's practice told her they didn't know anyone to recommend, but my mil recommended a minister (from a famously conservative, politically-active church in a suburb far away) she has seen for counseling and asked if she could give him my number. ugh. there's something not right about one's mil trying to give one's number to another man.
i'm starting to feel like tom arnold, desperately trying to find "the one". maybe i should take out a billboard.
*****
will it ever stop raining? will i ever see the sun again? will my mental health survive another cleveland winter and a new office with no sunlight (not that there's any sunlight to be seen anyway)?
will my mother and mother-in-law ever stop exchanging misinformation?
*****
i would so like to start my period. if it happens, it means my gear is back in, well, gear, and it opens the door to try, try again. the d&c was three weeks ago yesterday, so i was hoping it would start yesterday, like it did after i delivered hans, but no such luck yet.
it will probably start with a gush during my checkup tomorrow morning when my ob has his hand in my hoo-ha. which would be a cruel reminder to be careful what you wish for.
posted by laura at 5:39 PM
4 Comments:
cooter is the new black.
hoo-ha is so last year.
that is all, as I'm sure I've allready said enough to get thwacked.
baby, you are all class.
Waiting for the period is awful. It's taken me at least six weeks each time.
Hoping yours is less.
I still like the word hoo-ha...
Hope the old hag shows up soon so you can get on your way! I know what you mean about wishing it would just show up. It does help a lot with closure.
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