Laying the smack down.

[splash_the_cat]

I should not be more excited that having the baby means I will never have to set foot in the OB clinic again than you know, actually having the baby. Nor should I have to (politely) completely lose my shit to get answers and a consistent standard of care that is based on my actual health and situation and not ACoG standards and recommendations

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[thothmes]

My great grandmother, who died before I was old enough to remember her, was built like your classic opera singer caracature, and being a product of the end of the corsetted nineteenth century, believed firmly in the solidly constructed "foundation" garment that kept any of that bulk from juggling, or even, really, from moving. She wore support stockings, and those peculiar, sensible old-lady shoes that you can see on elderly women in 30's movies. She arrived here from Ireland in her teens and had to make her way in the world, and became a formidable and determined woman. She always threatened that if people she dealt with did not do as she needed them to do, and made her lose it, that she would "run mad and bite their ankles!" My mom said that the image of that much inflexible bulk on hands and knees slavering and aiming for the ankles certainly scared her into straightening up and flying right! Do I need to send the ghost of Grandma Becker to bite the ankles of the entire High Risk Clinic O.B. staff?

btw, since you don't know me, I would like to point out that this vignette is not about Grandma Becker's size per se, but about the inflexibility and frightening creaking sounds. I myself used to be 5'1 1/2" and 215 lbs., and I know well that to judge who I am by just that is to miss much. I didn't want you to think I making that joke.

I like the offspring already. Sounds like a lovely and considerate child.