And I'm back.

There's no AC in most of the building.

A guy has been parked in front of one of the two industrial fans that are keeping the air moving in the ref area and his stank is starting to make its way over to the ref desk.

Pam is banned. Probably for life because Mr. F caught her pulling books off the shelf in stack 6 and once you're on Mr F's S-list you don't get off.

The bag man is wandering outside in the park, but no one seems to know if he's banned or not.

A guy dragging a grocery cart full of plastic bags just accused me of "always looking uptight." I've never seen him before in my life and while this is my second day back I've only been on the desk for a grand total of 1 hour and 7 minutes.

Quickie

So...its been a while.

Here's the short of it. My levels were so low at my appointment on December 24 that I was told I was going no where but up to Labor and Delivery. Some phone calls and my doctor consult later I was allowed to go home to have Christmas but only with the promise that my butt would be back at the hospital between 7 & 9pm Christmas night.

Mad dash of holidays (Christmas Eve at my cousin's, Christmas Day at my parents) and packing...I was checked in and the induction process started by 10pm on Christmas night.

And then we waited

And waited

And waited.

Two days later, two strips of cervidil and a pitocin drip later, I still hadn't progressed beyond 2cm. My options were, stop and start the induction process over, break my water to progress the labor which might result in fetal distress and an emergency C-section, or skip all that and head straight to C-section.

After much deliberation...seriously it took me a few hours to say "c-section," that's the route we took.

Neva Juliet was born three weeks early at 2:51pm, December 27, 2009. 5lbs, 1oz and 18.5 inches long.



Now I'm hangin' at home with Neva until July, working on shaking off the bad juju from NPL and trying to get back into running shape. My first race is the Earth Day 5k at Liberty State Park and the HoHa 5-miler in May. If you want to follow my sporadic and less than interesting trains of thought now that I don't have crazy patrons to write about you can follow me over at Running after Baby.

Um. Yeah.

So because my amnio levels are so low that they're a risk to Lloyd'qwa I'm being admitted to the hospital and induced. I bargained for Christmas Eve and Christmas day and won only because her heartbeat was rock steady, but I was ordered to return not later than 9pm.

So the countdown stops at 2 days. I'm outta here!

If you're interested, you can follow me over here for a little while:

http://runningafterbaby.blogspot.com/


I'll be back in the library July 1

3 days

I cannot say it any clearer. "No we do not have any books on the forklift driver test."

Oh. Hey. It's 5:30 - and I'm outta here until next Wednesday when there are only two days left to this maddness. 'Night y'all! Merry Christmas!

4 working days.

• You have to worry when the NPD cop assigned to the library is wandering through talking to himself.
• I don't care how much older you are than me, turn your damn music down.
• OK. Let me try for a third time..."Do you want to check this out? Yes? OK. You have to take it downstairs to circulation."
• Don't call the reference desk and then tell me to hold because you don't have the info you need in front of you to ask your question. Especially you, Ceola...