I always end up checking myself for being impatient. Like when the doctor takes too long, I know…

I always end up checking myself for being impatient. Like when the doctor takes too long, I know he's probably delivering another little one or maybe helping a mom. (My OB has a no-chat policy for the docs AND nurses; we never see them hanging out and chewing the fat or milling around aimlessly.) Or I remember how my appointments sometimes run 30 mins to an hour of just questions. If my food takes too long or isn't quite right, I imagine how difficult it might be to be a new kid on the grill & get slammed with my impossible order.

I think my hormones work in reverse. 😂😂😂 Or maybe between Brook-brat's noodle-y 9s and preparing for Ajani's newborn noodleness, I'm just picking up an extra dose of "nice" & "patient" a little early.