home again...
Well, There I was, all happy and excited like because it was 6:00 am on Tuesday and I was officially off the 12 day call stretch. Then the totally unthinkable happened: my co-fellow (and the only other person with whom I share call) got Montezuma's revenge on the last day of her Belize vacation and ended up being violently ill and not coming to work. So back on call I was. And, of course, we got a call from the cardiac cath lab about a guy who needed a bypass right then, at 6:00 in the evening, just as we were finishing our other cases. So to make a long boring story short, I got home sometime after midnight, back to work at 5:45, and now I'm home again, and tired. And my feet hurt. And I'm on call tonight. And tomorrow night too. (But I have the weekend off!!!!)
In other news, I went to my OB appointment, and had some really shocking news: The baby is big. Go figure. We established that a few days ago. And before anyone asks, my glucose tolerance test was totally fine. I think it may have a teensy bit to do with the genes. My 6'5'' husband, my 6'9'' brother, etc etc. But the doc wants to do a growth scan at 34 weeks to check the progress, basically to decided whether I want to just throw in the towel before the game even starts and schedule an elective C-section due to the monstrous hugeness of my child. That will be ultrasound number 17, if anyone's counting.
I need a massage. And a martini. Neither of which will be coming my way in the near future.