what's petty?
Two big, fast boys both wiggling past anterior lips, within 24 hours of each other since I last wrote.
I'm beginning to think my midwife plans educational theme days for me. Or the universe. Or whoever's in charge of these things.
Since then I've played the much-loved midwifery game called cross-fingers-and-tempt-fate by travelling 2 hours away to entertain visitors. I was packing to leave as I got a call that someone was edging their way into labour. So now I'm safely back at home eating risotto and waiting. Round one, me.
As I was sitting here, Jane came by with a birth annoucement in the newspaper thanking her, and one thanking me right next to it. Lovely synchroncity, that.
You know what's petty?
. . . . here's a hint. . .
If I'm ever your midwife and you want to thank me publicly. . . you might want to spell my name correctly.
(note to self, do not give future child name with silent h at the end)
posted by M at 4/22/2007 12:35:00 AM
2 Comments:
Dear Mianh,
I'm sorry to hear about the petty thing.
You know my boss and a co-worker who have known me for 2.5 years still spell my name incorrectly sometimes.
So do other people. So I just ignore.
The "h" is not silent, but I guess some ears don't hear it.
I hope you'll cheer up soon.
Take care,
Ru
what a gorgeous picture!
i get the name spelling thing too, mine is a german spelling of an otherwise common name, my relatives still don't spell it right.
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