Off to the doc.

So I've returned and all is well, aside from the fact that I've pinched the femoral nerve in my lower back. Big pain. BIG. I've been living on Tylenol and prayer for the past two weeks but the mind-blowing discomfort seems content to stick around. I was hoping I could get insurance to pay for prenatal massage but it's a no-go. They'll pay for a baby nurse if I elect to leave the hospital early but severe back pain? Suck it up, chick.

My trip to St. Louis was lovely. Well, seeing the family was lovely, as was eating my weight in frozen custard. The city itself... Sure I'm a certified, citified snob (organic food! Parabens! SUVs!) but I'm a Midwesterner at heart - which makes the fact that you couldn't pay me to move back to Missouri even sadder. There is much gnashing of teeth over our choice to stay in NYC and I totally understand why, but I can't shake the fact that St. Louis is now the murder capital of the United States. Nobody believes me when I say we feel safer walking around the streets of NYC than I do in Topeka or St. Louis but it's really true. At least here there's always someone around. That someone might be peeing on the street but at least they're there. Granted, there's the nagging threat of getting blowed up, but at least I won't get carjacked. Or shot. Or forced to eat at White Castle.

Anybody know any interesting, affordable college towns?