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Thursday, February 24, 2011


Pregnancy still sucks. Most days I feel like I have mono and just want to crawl into bed and sleep for the next decade. I haven't had horrible morning sickness like the last time, just an overall unsettled stomach and a general gagging sensation whenever I exert myself, like walking up a flight of stairs. Awesome. The Husband, convinced such fatigue is not natural, insisted I ask the doctor at my first appointment. The answer, as I suspected, was "welcome to the first trimester." I told Husband if he has any further problems with me sleeping all day, per medical advice, he can suck on it.

I'm working on winding up some stuff, and getting things in order so I can be more focused on the tasks at hand. I've also enlisted the help of Cora's godfather, who is currently unemployed, to do some secretarial work for me. There are just certain things about practicing law I don't like, and one of them is talking to the same fucking person fourteen times in one day. I need a barrier between me and the rest of the world, and that's what a good secretary is. If I ever get my ass in gear and get enough of a practice built to have secretarial support, I would totally hire him full time. We've always worked well together, and he has a gift for gab and bullshit that I often times cannot muster. Especially when the person is particularly annoying. I have one client that annoys the piss out of me. And I'm about at the point where I will have to say, "Look, I can't represent you, because talking to you makes me want to commit battery." I also tend to be angry when pregnant apparently, so that doesn't help my client management skills.

Anyway, I had my first OB appointment and ultrasound. All is good so far, and I absolutely love having real insurance and going to a clinic that is not in a public hospital. The care I got at our university's hospital was excellent, but being a public hospital, they aren't all that into customer service. Frankly, they don't give a shit that your appointment was three hours ago and you're still in the waiting room. It's not like you're gonna go anywhere else when you don't have insurance/are on Medicaid (or in my case, required to go there by crappy student health insurance). And I also got to sit in the waiting room with a population of women of which most of my DNA docket is now comprised. So, I'm glad to be sitting in the waiting room with a bunch of old ladies knitting, rather than white trash pillhead skanks complaining that it's none of the social worker's damn business what drugs she does. (Sure, Granny might be making meth in her basement while snorting her Oxycontin too, but at least she has the sense to STFU about it. And not be pregnant while doing it. Hell, with the old people I've encountered lately, it totally would not surprise me for Granny to be a drug lord. Anyway.)

So, that's what's up in general. Husband's birthday is this weekend, so we're having a party. Someone else is going to have to make sure his dumb ass doesn't wake up naked in the neighbor's yard the next day, because I will probably pussy out at like 10pm. Lame. Also lame is being sober. What's the quote? "I am disturbingly lucid!" Indeed.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Taking a Sick Day

I'm taking a sick day today. Not that I don't have to make it up, but oh well. I just can't make myself get out of bed. I feel like ass. Growing a human sucks.

What's weird is that I felt good yesterday. Had to get up extra early to get to court, and picked up a friend who lives nearby who is considering practicing in that court, doing the family law stuff. So, we scooted off to our northern neighboring county, leaving early in case traffic was bad due to road conditions. Then I dropped her back home, went to my friend's office and worked, and cleaned up the house since we had friends over for dinner.

Yesterday was a good day in court. We have a substitute judge who is very efficient and we were out of there in 30 minutes. We were going to stay and watch some other cases, but he was already ahead of schedule, and we didn't know if the next case was docketed any time soon. I had a small victory for one client, and the client is doing great and on track to being reuinted with the kiddies. Theirs is one of the few Cabinet success stories, a case where the system works the way it's supposed to and everyone does what they're supposed to. It's nice to have one of those cases every once in awhile. Unfortunately, I have several I think of as the "Cinderella" clients, the clients I repeatedly assure that they can get their kids back if they get all their chores done. They always seem really happy to hear that. Then they don't show up for their drug screens. Then they don't show up for court. Then they don't have a job, or a home or whatever else they needed to do to get their lives on track to be reunited with their kids. So, it's nice to have clients I can actually help.

Anyway, I guess I expended all my energy yesterday because today I feel like ass. I probably, in addition to stupid first trimester suckiness, am a little anemic. I should be proactive and go get some iron supplements. The prenatal vitamins didn't cut it for me the last time, so it wouldn't surprise me if that's the problem. But I just feel like crap. I slept all day Saturday, literally. I didn't make it out of bed for good until dinner. And then Sunday I was at the grocery store and nearly passed out in the check-out line, and had to go throw up in the bathroom. (The bagger lady was nice enough to carry my bags out to the car for me.) But since then, I'd felt better. And now we're back to today. Sucks. I can't deal with this for another two months. I hate pregnancy, pregnancy sucks.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

MILP Roundup #189

The Weekly MILP (Moms In the Legal Profession) Roundup** is hosted on a rotating basis at the PT-LawMom, Attorney Work Product and Butterflyfish blogs and is usually posted no later than Monday. Next week Butterflyfish will have it.

Happy Super Bowl! This is not Super Bowl themed. I wouldn't even begin to know what goes with a Super Bowl other than nachos, commercials, and Janet Jackson's boob. I don't think any of those things are present here. But here's what the MILPs are up to:

LEO has a bookworm.

The Cowgirl and her wee Buckeroo.

LL and Shan answer the question "Should I Go to Law School?"

-R- is tired.

Cristy has a new 'do.

Wild Northwest Litigator is taking a tax hit.

Butterflyfish is too happy to whine, so she'll stay silent.

Momttorney has a photoshoot.

SuzieJD has an anniversary.

Shameless Domestic Hussy has snacks.

Dinei has cabin fever.

LC shares the circle of life.

CM is picking names.

RG has good employment news.

PT-Lawmom is trying to schedule sexytimes.

Izzie has finished her paper.

EH is having a low moment.

If you would like to have your blog added to the MILP blogroll for weekly review or would like us to consider a specific post, drop the hostess(es) an email or leave a comment at their respective sites.

**Hat tip to the “original” Roundup Evan Schaeffer’s Legal Underground and Thanks, But No Thanks