That's Life

Monday, February 26, 2007

It was time for yet another doctor’s appointment – Collette would be visiting the city every two weeks now. Driving to the hospital that frequently did not top her list of most-favorite things to do. She only hoped that when the time did come that the baby would not decide that the best time was during rush-hour, seeing as they already lived half an hour away from the hospital in the first place.

It was a cold, sunny day.

Baby got extra frustrated those days with his cramped conditions and made his presence known. Sometimes Collette wondered if he was battling it out with both fists flying. And he still had seven weeks to go.

Collette saw a female doctor that afternoon, as Dr. Brazil was out of the office all week. She was very kind and predicted that Collette would put on a full forty pounds by the time the baby arrived. Collette did not like the sound of this; no wonder her back hurt from lugging around so much extra weight. But that was life.

“Everything looks just great,” she had said at the end of the appointment.

So that was good news.

Come evening, OLeif hurried off to buy a television. And from there, he drove over to the home of a gentleman from work in the construction business, which had been purchased by NAWS. OLeif had been requested to look at his computer. He later returned at nine o’clock with a container of cottage cheese for the lasagna which had been put on hold till he returned with it.

In other news, Collette realized that the woman who had presented a comedy routine at church that Sunday night in the talent show, was the same tall woman in the long leather coat who had come to the office door Friday morning. Collette didn’t quite know what to make of her, particularly after her comedy routine was finished.

Meanwhile, Carrie was bemoaning her desk job, having always vowed that she would never take on a desk job (despite the fact that working at NAWS was temporary – a college job, so to speak). Apparently there was still nothing very appealing about sitting at a cubicle desk for nine hours taking phone call after phone call, trying to pacify customers.

And it looked like Mercy had found a boyfriend – this time he was a few months younger than herself. Collette could only presume that he had been the one to send her the vase of roses on Valentine’s Day from her “secret admirer”. Collette did wonder, however, if this would alter Mercy’s current plans to visit Scotland that year and to finish her present college degree. Mercy tended to change her plans faster than Collette could keep up with them.

There were already four or five weddings that year – in the space of two months. Would another one be added to the register before the end of the year?

Despite Collette’s great personal contribution to the growing-up-quickly-trend (which she first accomplished by getting married at nineteen), she still believed that everyone was growing up too quickly.

Reality.