Know why I love going to my psychiatrist’s office? Because I get to wait under a big ole sign that says PERINATAL PSYCHIATRY CLINIC.

Know why else I love it? Because the office is at the same hospital that I and what seems like half the city of Toronto go to for ultrasound and OB checkups. So…, I see SO MANY PEOPLE I know as I sit under the looming PERINATAL PSYCHIATRY CLINIC sign.

“Hi..heh…heh, SO NICE TO SEE YOU after ALL THESE YEARS! How ARE you? Heh…heh…,” she says sitting under the PERINATAL PSYCHIATRY CLINIC sign. “Oh, me? Thanks! Yes, yeah, I’m great, thanks! No, REALLY, I’m GREAT!” DO NOT LOOK AT SIGN DO NOT LOOK AT SIGN DO NOT LOOK AT SIGN.

I don’t have to go to my perinatal psychiatrist that often, actually. I just go there so the doc can monitor how I’m feeling mentally this pregnancy, since I WENT INSANE with ANXIETY in my previous pregnancy and got pretty depressed in the early months of this one — see this and this and this post for deets.

Honestly, though? I’m doing great. So, today, my psychiatrist and I spent the hour talking about my life and about how surprisingly well I’m doing. And, she reminded me that I need to take it easy when New Baby comes, that I need to sleep whenever I can (because not-sleeping is Anxious-Basket-Case’s worst enemy), and, finally, that Josh-O and I are way overdue for a dinner-and-a-movie date. Ahh…, she’s so wise. Love. Her.

If I’m not too exhausted (and I’m always too exhausted…), I think Josh-O and I’ll go see Stardust on Thursday. So excited for this MOVIE. Although…, I already feel sorry for the unfortunate people sitting near us who will have to endure moi constantly BURPING, constantly shifting positions in my seat, and getting up to pee at least thrice….

My psychiatrist was especially pleased to hear that I’d just come from a waxing appointment. “Ahh, so you’re taking care of yourself! Great sign…,” she says, writing it down in notebook.

Look at those brows! Yes, I’m showing off my newly-waxed eyebrows AND my ability to lift one of them on command…. I know, I’m so very very talented. But, oh my! Those are tired eyes….

Like my psychiatrist, my aesthetician gave me brillers advice today: after baby, I must go for facial, and a massage (actually, the massage part was my idea…).

I’m so glad we got the monkey a BIG-ARSE pillow….

Because now there’s room for EVERYONE!

While I sit here making a JOYOUS imprint of my big preggo arse IN my couch, SOMEONE is entertaining that cheaty little monkey…catering to her every whim….

She made Josh-O chase her around the house on her Dora car! He’s such a suckah — look at him! Nice butt, Josh-O! Hee!

I HATE Heidi Montag’s new nose. It’s, like, RUINING The Hills for me (well, NOTHING could ruin The Hills for me; but, you know what I mean…).

She was so cute before! Oh well, that was then….