Conversations in my Head

I still have conversations with my Mom.


Not in the weird "I think she's in the room with me" kind of way... but in the "I am not so far removed from actually HAVING conversations with her that I still know what she would say" kind of way.


Yesterday's "conversation" took place over the phone... like so many others that we've had in the last few years have been.


It went a little something like this.

Me:  Hey.  What's going on?


Mom:  I JUST got in the door.  Hold on while I put the milk in the fridge.  (pause...sounds of 30 pound purse being dropped into closet...)  I stopped at Hallmark on my way home from work to get a card for Owen's birthday and for (insert random person and random "occasion") then stopped at Hagan's.  Your Dad is heading to (insert random place said in a way that meant I should know exactly where that place was) tonight and I had to get stuff for his cooler.  (Insert random name) was in there and said (insert random bit of gossip that I'm so far removed from that it doesn't matter...) Your Dad's in there in his chair taking a nap right now.  I swear, he can sleep on command.  I've got to figure out something to feed him before he goes. 


Me:  You know he's a big boy right... he can take care of himself.


Mom:  Maybe YOU should tell HIM that.  So did you have your doctor's appointment today?


Me: Yeah, I'm heading home now. 


Mom:  How did it go?  What was your blood pressure?


Me:  120/64.


Mom:  Hmmmm... that's high for you.  Better than 2 weeks ago, but what did she say?


Me:  She wants to keep an eye on it.  Said that it's still in the normal range, but high for me.


Mom:  What else? 


Me:   Um, well I had some protein in my urine again and little swelling in my feet, so she wants to run some baseline tests to know where things are at.  Testing my liver enzymes to make sure it's not the same thing I had with Suttie.

Mom: And then what? 

Me:  Um, well if things don't come back like she wants, possible bedrest.  I asked about getting induced at 39 weeks like she mentioned before and she started talking about what would happen if I was induced at 38 weeks...I'm kinda freaking out a little.

Mom:  Are you drinking enough water?  You need to get your feet up.  I had to do that for 10 days with your sister after my water broke.  That will help with the swelling.  Make sure you aren't sitting on your legs.  That's how I was sitting when my water broke.  I'm going to get my bag packed just in case and I'll let them know at the Courthouse what's going on so incase I have to take off, but you are going to be fine.  That baby will come when he or she is good and ready.

Me: I know.  I'm just having a little panic attack. 

Mom: Well of course you are, you're my daughter.  I'm going to have my phone right here with me.  You call me any time.  I have the phone right by my bed and I won't be able to sleep if I know you aren't able to sleep.

Me:  I know.  I'll be fine.  I need to get going anyway.  The boys are (insert some random form of oneryness).  I just wanted to let you know what was going on.  I should know more about the tests in a few days.

Mom:  Ok Hunny.  Let me know what they say.  Give those Doll Babies a big squeeze for me.  I'll talk to you soon, and call if you need me.  Love you!

Me:  Love you too.  I'll talk to you soon.

I'm calling her, but if I thought her cell reception in Denver was bad.... well it REALLY sucks where she's at now!  Thank goodness I have a Hubby who says, "It is what it is, and we'll be fine!" and some wonderful friends and family who are also sitting by their phones.