I wake up already irritated.
Not because anything has actually happened yet, but because I know what the day looks like, and I can already feel how much of it I'm going to lose.
The prenatal checkup is scheduled for late morning.
Routine, necessary, not optional.
Also inconvenient.
I lie there for a few seconds staring at the ceiling, doing the math in my head without even trying to. If I leave around ten, I'll get stuck in traffic, wait at least thirty minutes because the hospital never runs on time, sit through the consultation, then come back through more traffic. Best case, I lose three hours. Worst case, more.
Three hours is not small anymore.
Three hours is the difference between finishing a section today or pushing it to tomorrow, and tomorrow is already full.
