July 7, 2005

  • I just talked to my very pregnant friend Shelly who lives in Pensacola, FLA.  Not only was her due date moved up a few weeks ago to July 10, but her doctor won't let her leave town.  So..........she is hoping the hospital will admit her soon so she won't have to fight her way through a hurricane to have this baby.  She's already had two rounds of false labor, but her cervix is not dilating.  She had a nasty first trimester, a rosy-glowing second trimester, and when I asked her how she's been lately she said: "Yeah, I'm done being pregnant."  I'm upset that she is upset; she should be able to take it easy the last couple of weeks.  Let's all hope for the storm to weaken and Shelly's cervix to open. 


    I'll be waiting this out at my parents' house, since my apartment isn't nearly as vulnerable as their place.  They're up in Pennsylvania, but they're not getting off easily.  They have to visit my dad's brother and wife on their squirrel rescue farm.  These people actually take in injured squirrels to rehabilitate and then reintroduce them.  I'm not saying squirrels don't need the love, I'm just saying that's weird.  There is a squirrel hospital on the grounds, with squirrels in various stages of recuperation.  Some have splints or casts, some have their rears supported by those boards with two wheels....these squirrels live better than many humans.  They're lucky they are in New York, because down here they'd probably end up in someone's gumbo.