All of you who read this (except Whitney...who I have magically transported with me on our practically synchronized move from xanga) are here with me. In the hospital...waiting for little Maggie to show her adorable face to the world. Julie's freaking, which btw I may have crossed over to the dark/sister side...julia may now be julie forever...we'll see...anyway-poor Julia is totally stressed about a million things. I'm by nature a fixer. This makes it extremely hard for me to not take control and fix. In this situation one must tread lightly as we have come to find that we are dealing with a very snooty and controlling specialized physician (the one who is delivering Maggie as Julie's dr. Doesn't wor weekends..lucky bastard. Please remind me when I start to practice to get his schedule..). Specialized MDs are becoming more and more tedious to deal with as the salary gap grows wider and wider betwen them and the rest of this low-life primary care physicians...making at least 100,000.00 more evidently entitles you to asshole treatment of the rest of the world.
I digress. She's in this room full of people, which you all know because YOU'RE HERE...unless you went home to sleep comfortably in your own bed-wise btw..and she's making this face of "I'm not okay." Which she makes only when something is really wrong...and I want to fix it. My relationship with Julia has grown through the years from something where I was deeply broken in need of repair from a leader to that of a mutual friendship. Julia has something I don't-real down to core meaty love you til the end family. One of four girls she has all she needs as far as female intimacy, but she makes room for me. Adam is always encouraging her to call me and spend time with me because she needs people other than her sisters...lol. Which if you have three sister you don't NEED anymore dang estrogen-trust me, but she invites me in nonetheless. We have spent years crying on the phone to each other, diving in deep to the meat, and just loving the other where the cards fall. She was there crying the moment I became a Christian, to say "oh heather...you have no idea how much this will hurt your heart" when I lost my virginity, and full of excited squeals when I finally moved bac home. When I told her adam was the one the week after she got back from that trip she laughed me off but called me crying when he proposed. Of all my girlfriends Julia is the one I don't have to hide with, my all or nothing truth when it's ugly and hair when it's dirty friend. I love her daughter and try to love her geeky husband...but he tends to be harder to reach while hanging upside down on the monkey bars with my giggle through the bad times friend.
Today she will give birth to her second baby girl. I missed watching Natti as a baby, I was in Texas. I'm excited to be there for Julia through not only the birth today, but to help when she gets tired, learn from all her successes and hold her hand through the mistakes.
All of this to say-my body is exhausted but unlike all you lucky turds I cannot sleep. One teeny cup of coffee and my hands are shaking, I can never sleep in hospitals anyway, and just in case that stupid doctor doesn't show on time I have to be ready to catch the baby....lol. Even though I am the least qualified of the hardcore vag monitors here, it is all just a part of who I am...I want to fix it and be whoever she needs me to be right now.
If there were any mis-spells, poor grammar, overly cheesy statements, or down right run-on sentences...it was due to the fact that I cannot sleep despite my exhaustion, I had to keep my hands busy doing something other than picking my nose(cause that's just gross), and hospitals excite me the way a canvas excites an artist or Coraline gets Adam.
My eyes are puffy. It's 6 am and this is the first night I've spent away from my husband since getting married almost a year ago.
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