My ears are driving me crazier than pregnancy is already making me.
They have been for three weeks, but they’re getting increasingly, and very quickly, worse this week.
So much so, that for 15 extra potential hours of relief, I moved my next OB appointment up by one day in hopes that he could fix my ears.
(Not until, of course, I checked with my OB office to make sure that OB doctors do, indeed, keep Otoscopes around for the occasional ear-looky and would not need to use the Nightmarish Pap Smear Torture Tool to pry my ear open to see what the problem is.)
(In case you’re wondering, yes, OBs do INDEED have the proper equipment to look in ears. Thank goodness.)
Anyway, so my ears have been popping constantly, especially when I leave the house, for some odd reason. And now they’re getting painful and making me dizzy.
So I’m always trying to talk to people, and my own voice in my head (the real one, not the crazy one) is coming in and out, softer and louder, poppity poppity pop, and driving me so crazy that it might CAUSE a crazy voice in my head to take up permanent residence by the time it’s finished.
And, as I suspected, the whole popping thing is causing some communication breakdown – I am apparently slurring some of my words.
Last night, right before Ali’s bedtime, I happened to be in the kitchen at the right moment to witness a very bizarre occurrence: I watched Ali purposefully take her sandals over to the fridge, open it up, gingerly place the left one on the middle shelf by the milk, and then move some things around on the top shelf to make room for a careful placement of the remaining right sandal.
I watched, completely puzzled by her apparent studiousness in this very odd activity, and called to Chris halfway through: “Hey baby…come watch what’s going on here.”
Ali was so focused on moving the contents of the top shelf around that she didn’t flinch at my request.
Chris came in, and being of much sounder mind than I (most likely due to not being pregnant and all), knew exactly what had happened and said, “Ali baby, Mommy told you to go get your JUICE and put it in the fridge, not your shoes.”
Ali and I proceeded to share a relieved duet of “OOOOOH!”
Let’s hope my baby doc can fix my ears today.
But in the meantime, at least I can take comfort in the fact that my daughter is unquestionably obedient…possibly to a very unsanitary fault.