Alone Again

My dad left this morning. Luckily enough, we all managed to be up to see him off. I wonder when he’ll come back. Brian says it’ll be within three years, not five like last time. I hope even sooner than that.

I wish we could follow him. Just to hang out in DC again for a while. Daddy says there’s a new Air and Space Museum up by Dulles, and that would be neat to check out. And to take the kids downtown and see stuff. All we’d need is gas and hotel money. Yeah, that’s not much, right? It would be nice, though.


Guess what I got in the mail today? Addressed to me, at the current address (no forwarding). A newsletter from Duke’s TIP program! How amazing is that? I was absolutely shocked to see it in the mailbox. There was a website on the newsletter, and I checked it to find out that there actually is an alumni association. I think I’ll join. It’s not like any other school I’ve attended has ever bothered to contact me. And it would be pretty neat to get back in touch with some of my old classmates. That place was fun!

106 Days to Go

I feel like starting to withdraw a little bit. The women on the UBAC lists call it GIP, for Gestating In Peace. I can see the appeal. I don’t feel like I really have anything left to learn. I’ve been studying childbirth off and on for the last five years. I get so upset when I read about other women who don’t care to take responsibility for their own health care, about doctors who don’t care about anything but the bottom line, about the ridiculous padding room syndrome being applied to pregnancy and childbirth. I just don’t want to hear about it anymore.

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