Battle of the sexes: when it's no battle at all

Here's a text exchange Nick and me from a couple weeks ago.

Among the many things that make us highly compatible, I would list our uncanny knack for syncing our Mexican food cravings near the top.

Still no news

Well, I guess the news is that there's still no baby. Does it make me a bad mother that I was a little grumpy with him this morning after the doctor told me there'd been no progress since last week? I mean, in the Scholz household, if you aren't 15 minutes (or 2 weeks) early, you're late.
But then again, poor kid, he's gonna be the second-born in a family of first-born chronically punctual over-achievers. So maybe I should cut him a little slack. Or maybe I should also take more stairs.

That's all. I've got a hot Monday night date with some baby shower invitations. Speaking of babies, I'm hosting (or helping host) 2 showers 2 weekends in a row this spring for 2 sets of twins due 2 days apart. Crazy, huh? Must be something in the Houston water. Or the Baptist communion juice. That's all. Over and out.

Happy birthday to me

Another year down, my friends. And today was mostly like any other day. I woke up early. I wrestled with my socks and shoes (hard to put things on your feet when you can't see said feet). I wrestled with Ellison's socks and shoes (hard to put things on her feet when she runs away). I saw clinic patients. *Special b-day treat #1: My highest-maintenance patient cancelled in the middle of clinic. Like a little surprise, just for me.
I did some errands around the office, taking as many stairs as possible trying to convince Widget to get the labor party started. I did consult rounds. *Special b-day treat #2: My fellow brought Reese's hearts (with a bow on the bag) to rounds. That will reflect positively on her evaluation. I picked Elle up from daycare. I wrestled with her again over tights and different shoes. We went to Prego for dinner with Jen and Chile (how fitting - we are both, in fact, preggo). *Special b-day treat #3: Even though we were initially told there was no room at the inn (apparently eating out the day before Valentine's Day is a thing), they rearranged some reservations and made space for us! *Special b-day treat #4: Instead of sharing chocolate cake at the end, I benevolently mandated that we all (by which I mean I) should get our own pieces. Yum.
So I just finished my notes from consult rounds. Nothing special or birthday-ish about that. But now I have a few precious minutes before bed. So I think I'll go enjoy them.

Now that's funny

I had my weekly visit with the ob today. There's a tv in the waiting room, which is always tuned to either HGTV or TLC. Today it was TLC, and "I Didn't Know I was Pregnant" was on. Now that's a sight, a roomful of pregnant women watching that show. All of us thinking, "How on earth did you not know you were pregnant?!"