|Yep, that's about how I feel.|
I feel like complaining.
I had my first "appointment" today. And by "appointment" I don't mean I actually saw a doctor.
It was the "oh we're gonna ask you to fill out paperwork with questions like 'Is your husband the father of your child' (!!!)" interview with the nurse lady where they type stuff in the computer and tell me my due date.
And tell me I'm getting blood work done. Today. Woo.
Well, I'll tell you the good parts.
I'm "officially" due March 5th at the moment, but that could change when I go in for the dating ultrasound next appointment. And by their little calculation wheel thing, I'm 9 weeks pregnant today. Yay! Happy about that.
Not happy about the blood work and having to pee in a cup TWICE. I mean really. Who has to pee that often, pregnant or not? And the phlebotomist... Not so great. In which I mean "OW OW OW OW". My arm is so sore. I really hope the lady I had with Duder is still working there. She was wonderful. And why must they take 5 whole vials? Don't they only need a drop for their stupid tests? And hasn't anyone considered that my blood would be doing a whole lot more for the baby than sitting in a lab? *sigh*
But there are good points to it. Like finding out I'm 9 weeks (I figured I was 8, so that's cool). And getting Ben to myself for a few hours. It always nice to have him with me. And finally getting the ball rolling on all this. And I did like that the nurse scheduled me for two more appointments first thing so that I didn't have to do it later. That was nice.
But now, I think I'll go eat some peach cobbler with whipped cream.
You know, for the baby.*
Hope your Tuesday is blood work free,
*I told Ben yesterday, after he found out I was making cobbler, that every time I opened the freezer and saw the peaches I kept thinking "Oooooh... Peaches..." and he looked at me and said "I like this baby!!". Because I've been wanting nothing but sweets and junk food, so he's been getting all kinds of good stuff. Hehe.