There’s lots of little milestones happening round here. Today is the day that, in my last pregnancy, I had the Ultrasound of Doom. 8w4d at this hour was not a happy place. This was the day that, while I hadn’t started spotting yet, I knew that I would not be having a baby in 31w3d. Instead of dwelling on nervousness and sadness and stuff like that, instead I contacted the uni childcare center to get on the waiting list.
I don’t know that we’ll need daycare, or what things will be like when this all goes down, but I am going to have an income (sadly, I dreamed last night that there was a textbook company in town that I’d never heard of, but was always hiring people to create web based multimedia supplements, and you worked from home, and I was excited, and also flummoxed — why had I never heard of them? Especially in my field?) and that may require childcare. Infant daycare is hard to find here as well, the uni has a good list on their site for nontrads, and there were three that would take infants. The uni one, the one I subbed at a few years ago that made me panic about childcare for the future, and one that is owned by a super conservative christian legislator who is always working to criminalize homosexuals, and I’ll be damned if HE will get my kid, or my cash. Waiting lists are long, so you have to get on them ASAP (some people on the list at the place I worked at hadn’t even conceived yet) or you’re screwed. Students and staff get priority at the uni, and I’m going to have to take summer classes anyway, so maybe I can zoom in under that provision. Either way, I figure it’s better to be on the list now, and opt out later, than to be scrambling later and screwed. And who knows, maybe I’ll be able to finagle an on-campus job after my degree (they ARE moving to 1:1 next year, so it’s not that farfetched) and be able to be fairly close to my kid’s daycare.
Whatever. I emailed the director, and she’s inter-officing the application forms, and I’ll be on a waiting list for childcare. Ho Lee Shit.
Anyway, the next milestones are as follows:
Friday, 10/7 — 9w, or, officially more pregnant than before (knock on wood) since I started spotting at 8w6d last time
Friday, 10/14 — 10w, or my embryo is now a fetus!
Thursday, 10/20 — 10w6d, ultrasound, where we should see a FETUS and not a gray blob of beating heart. This will also make it official, and we can tell people.