delayed panic

So if given sufficient time in front of the computer, I can spin myself into a flurry of research on a number of genetic or spectrum disorders- that I fear the baby will have…or I may just start researching cancer and thinking about how I will probably get diagnosed with cancer right after I have the baby- or a real reason to stick around on the planet- or right as I decide to pick up smoking again just for fun on the weekends. Basically, I shouldn’t be given access to information right now- my fleeting thoughts get me in big big trouble as I try to figure out everything that’s changing/wrong with me right now, and as I attempt to single-handedly “cure” those diseases and disorders that have no cure now. I start to string together my own diagnoses like Gregory House. It’s quite ridiculous.

So instead of doing that for another 30 minutes- I decided I’m going to share with you all what I did this weekend, via links to cool websites of the places we went and things we saw in Cbus.

Friday night Mandy requested we hit up Jeni’s Ice Cream, which has a convenient location in Gview.  I had a “trio” which means three mini scoops of ice cream. This time I picked Buttermilk Strawberry, Belgian Milk chocolate, and Pistachio and Honey. Take that, doctor man.

Saturday morning we went to some garage sales in my neighborhood after going to this AWESOME breakfast place I’d never been to before: Banana Bean Cafe.  I had Bananas Foster french toast that was drizled with a Grand Marnier syrup and fresh strawberries. It was insanely good. Even though we were both stuffed, we then  trekked down to the North Market, and picked up some bacon for Sunday morning’s breakfast. Saturday evening we went to Cap City where I saw Gordon Gee leaving as we walked in. That man looks the same as he did 10 years ago. So strange…same bow tie and everything.

Sunday we had an awesome breakfast by Mandy and then Dinner by Mandy…and then we watched this movie: The Business of Being Born, which was probably not a good idea. Basically it has me terrified that I”m going about this whole having-a-baby-thing wrong, and wondering about the link  between Pitocin and developmental disabilities….blah. I would say it’s a bunch of propoganda but I was already reading a book called Birth: The Surprising History of How We Are Born, and the author of this nonfiction book also spoke on the movie about the lack of midwives in America and how your dr. just wants you in and out of the hospital (though I can’t really blame him I don’t want to be there either..)…

I don’t know. I’m glad I watched it but now I’m all freaked out too. Blah.

Anyways, I almost successfully took my mind off of worrying myself to death. I better find some work to do and hopefully distract myself some more.


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