Far Sighted

After like 15 years, my eye prescription has apparently changed.

"I'm not surprised," the young Dr. Baker surmised," after all, when you get older, you get less near sighed and more far sighted...that's why as people get older they often need reading glasses."

Dr. Baker, who looks like he's 12, seems to be an expert on what happens as we get older.  I was also tested to make sure I didn't need bifocals.

What?  Did I miss something?  When did 36 become..so old?  I mean, it's not even half my life expectancy.  Sure, I remember when my Mom was this age and I thought SHE was OLD.  But that's different... I try and listen to hip music and use purses that aren't from the clearance grandma shelf..well, that may be a bad comparison because I do see LOTS of mature women with Vera Bradley.

I've said before, the age thing doesn't bother me.  Or even the look thing.  Sure, I see an older version of me which I'm not excited about it, but I don't obsess.  But things like this certainly drive it home.  It's my world anymore.

Or, as Todd thought, maybe he just wanted to sell me some more glasses.  It was pretty expensive. I wish that were the case.

Oh, and Dr. Baker?  The "great" eye surgeon you sent me to failed.

"That really surprised me," he said.  "He IS the best."

Yes, you said that last year.  So did your assistant.   And all his assistants.

"I can send you to someone else," he said.  "But odds are, they would screw up the same thing...  but you really want to consider having it done because it's just going to keep getting worse."

Yeah, I heard that, too.   Many times.  Next year, I said.  After I have the baby.

"Yes, I'll finish up here," the smart and nerdy Dr. Baker joked, "and you can resume being pregnant."

"Resume?" I joked back, as I can have a geek sense of humor, too, " I can tell you, I never stopped."

We had a nerd chuckle and he had me lean forward to look through his machine.  You know, where they say "1 or 2" and you're stuck wondering why you see no difference between the two lenses.  Especially, as every time I had to lean forward to look into an eye machine, I could hardly catch my breath as little Miss has been sending more and more time lodged in my lungs and just that movement takes away even more lung capacity.

Which is why I almost got no sleep last night.  I'd fall asleep for a minute and wake up trying to catch my breath.

"Not long!" Todd said this morning to cheer me up.

Nine weeks, I said... no, he said less than that.

EIGHT weeks I realized, with a bit of a change of heart.  Because that's even scarier...we are going to have ANOTHER BABY in 8 weeks....  I'm kind of not in a hurry.

I'm allowed not to make sense.  I'm pregnant.  And ADVANCED MATERNAL AGE.  Did you forget that part?