Have you ever had one of those moments when you wanted to crawl in a hole and say, "I'm not coming out!"? It's been one of those days.
Today I had a doctor's appointment. Everything was fine, except for me! To start off, I climbed on the scale, screeched, and climbed off, 8 pounds heavier than my last visit a little over a month ago. I wanted to cover the scale and shout, "Don't look!!!" Then the nurse tells me, "he's not going to be very happy with you." Thanks.
Then I get sent in the bathroom, for well, you know, and I'm wracking my brain trying to figure out HOW IN THE WORLD I GAINED 8 POUNDS, and forgot all about the little cups sitting next to me. Yep. Had to walk out and tell the nurse that thinks I'm fat, that I forgot to pee in a cup. Nice.
Then we head into the room, and when my dr. walks in, he notices my new friend. My nice, large, blue, POPPING vein in my leg and proceeds to tell me I needed to buy AND wear support hose for the rest of my pregnancy. Um....excuse me, but did you notice it's July outside? And that I'm 27, not 72?!
He looks at me straight in the face and says, "I'm serious, you need to wear them. They start at your hip and go straight down to cover your feet." I didn't know what to say, except, "okay." I thought about laughing, then crying, then we were done.
Now I'm home, alone on my couch, thinking back through my day at the office, and thought I'd give someone a good laugh. I'm not laughing. Oh well.
By the way...baby's good. The heartbeat was wonderful. He says it sounds like a girl:). I said, "I like girls." At least I had one good moment in the 1 1/2 hours that I was there! Geez.
Why am I doing this again?
Oh yeah. I'm good now:).