April 23rd, 2002

A Pocket Full of Murder

Ups and Downs

Wow! Those folks at The Sugar Quill sure are prompt! I just sent the file in late last night, but here it is already archived for those who wish to hotlink or otherwise spread the news to people who don't read this blog: Lessons.

I'm sure I'll get around to putting it up at FictionAlley too, eventually. It's just that the submission process there is so much more complicated... plus I've got a headache, dizziness, intermittent nausea, and a few other symptoms that make me want to just Go Lie Down Now, so I won't be tinkering too much with the net today...
A Pocket Full of Murder

HELLO BABY!!! (Ouch.)

Well, the headache and dizziness never really got worse, but they didn't get better either, so I called the midwife. Since I'm without wheels at the moment, she came to the house to check my blood pressure and glucose and listen to the baby's heartbeat. Everything came up normal, so no worries there -- but when she had the Doppler on my abdomen to check the baby, Nicholas was watching and listening with wide, fascinated eyes.

"Nicholas," I said, "that's the baby's heartbeat. Do you hear it? Can you say hello to the baby?" So Nicholas obediently leaned over, stuck his face on my stomach and bellowed, "HELLO BABY!!!"

Needless to say, the midwife and I cracked up.

Anyway, after she left I took a couple of sinus pills, and the headache finally went away. Wish I hadn't misread the list of prohibited medications and mistaken ASA for acetaminophen, or I could have gotten rid of it a lot sooner...