three weeks and counting...

Well, actually it's three weeks and two days, but who cares?  I think I'm going early anyway.  Went to doc today...said I'm a wee bit dilated and my cervix is kinda like mush...YAY.  He also told me I lost another pound--that makes my total gain 7 pounds for the entire pregnancy.  But he says the baby's growing at the normal rate, so nothing to worry about.  I dunno--maybe it has something to do with all the stress I'm under with work and all.

Speaking of, no word on my status yet...I'm sitting here wondering what's going on, being that today's my three-year anniversary--also the end of my term.  Yesterday I asked someone who was made permanent last year when he was notified--he was told a few days before his anniversary...uh oh.  I'm still holding out hope that I'll get let go or something--the travel is still killing me financially, not to mention what it's doing to the car.  I'm waiting for the day it conks out on me either on the way down (so I get written up), or on the way home (really late at night..say midnight or 1am). 

The latter already happened about two weeks ago...got a flat tire about 3/4 of the way home.  At about one in the morning.  Made it to a Turkey Hill (convenience store) where there were three--yup, three--cops sitting there.  You know not one of them wanted to help a visibly pregnant girl change or fix a tire?!?  The older two cops "volunteered" the younger one to see what he could do.  He came out to the car, tried to put air into it, then realizied the hole in the tire was big (well, I did see a nail in there about a week earlier...must've popped out on the highway...oops).  Then he "tried" to get the lug nuts off to change it...gave up after about one try, and told me to get fix-a-flat.  Then LEFT me there, with the car still on the damn jack.  Luckily, some nice 19-year-old guy named Michael stopped for gas and saw what happened.  He came over and changed the tire for me (and had no problem getting the nuts off)...didn't ask for anything in return.  Cool.

But anyway--now you kind of see why I'm just a little stressed out--sometimes I'm just sitting here and start thinking...and tears start forming.  Maybe it's the prego thing, but this isn't the first time this happened...now it's a little worse.  And I wasn't with bun in oven two years ago.  Who knows.....

til next time...=)