Our OB deposit was due but I went to a different office yesterday so I wasn't sure if I could pay it at the office where I was going. But I took my checkbook just in case as we had agreed on the last visit we'd pony up the deposit yesterday. Fun. So they call my name and I go up there to divest myself of the ridiculous amount of money (that, by the way, was for services NOT YET RENDERED). I flip open my checkbook to discover that all I have left in the checkbook is deposit slips. So I offer one to the receptionist and ask her if she'd like to deposit money into my account instead. I don't think she thought that was very funny. So I offer my debit card but only want to give her 3/4 of the money as it was coming from my debit account. She had to call the main location to see if that was OK with them. Seriously? This baby is still inside me - what delivery services have as of yet been provided? I really thought the whole thing was a bit silly. I was offering them 3/4 of the total with the balance on my next visit so I didn't have to make a separate trip out there. I suppose they were finally accepting of that. I told Jeff it's not like we're overdue on paying them for something they've already done!
Anyway, so I get to go sit back down and then I see it. There is another girl in the waiting room and she has just been given a Styrofoam cup with the dreaded glucose filled red drink. The receptionist tells her to drink in within a few minutes and let her know when the last gulp was ingested. She calmly walks back to her chair, opens a magazine, and calmly flips through the magazine. The cup is sitting untouched on the table next to her. I'm thinking, "Should I tell her she has 5 minutes? Gulp it down lady!" But I just sit across from her and watch as she casually sips from the cup as she reads. Then, before I know it, she's done. She tosses the cup (I really think there were a few drops left!) and tells the receptionist she is done. Now I'm called again to go inside to a room and I'm thinking, "Well, she handled that much better than I would have. Her drink was probably warm!" But she didn't have those Nazi women glaring at her; I think I'd rather have a cold drink and Nazis then a warm glucosey drink and lovely nurses.
So now I'm in the waiting room. Waiting. Jeff had a meeting so he couldn't go with me, so there I sit. Alone. Dang it, I forgot a magazine! And this office doesn't have all the lovely baby pictures all over the walls because I think several doctors in OGA rotate using these offices once a week. The nurse comes in and takes my blood pressure which is normal (I was concerned it might not be since my feet have been swollen) and the baby's heart rate is 140. Which I was told is normal. Sure, OK. Just tell me everything is fine - those numbers don't really mean anything to me. But I do love listening to the heartbeat!! They could do that for hours.
The nurse leaves and finally Dr Irwin comes in. He's all smiles and goes to measure my belly and just shakes his head, smiling. "Gosh you are big" is what he says while chuckling. So I asked him if it was remotely possible that I was just creating a nice big home for her and that maybe just maybe she wasn't going to be that big. He did say it was possible. But I don't think judging by his face that he thinks it probable! So we'll see. I'm glad he thinks this is humorous! :-)
I'm up 4 more pounds and could lay my head right down and go to sleep at my desk. I fell asleep about 40 minutes into a movie last night, Jeff moved me into the bedroom, and I didn't wake up again until this morning. When I realized I was being spooned by a big black dog and a little fluffy dog. Apparently Kylie and Bear missed me since I fell asleep so early last night and wanted to love on me. Well, that's what Jeff says anyway. I think he secretly calls them up to the bed so they can snuggle with me, but he'll never admit it!
My Snugglers
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