Ok, so the day wasn't really all that bad...but yesterday WAS a bit of a doozy. Plus, I like the title, borrowed from a great kids book, Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day where it turns out that his day isn't so bad in the end either. Anyway, here's how it went:
The evening before I was riding home the street way when I noticed that my car felt weird while I was at a stoplight. It was moving more than normal so I started paying attention to it. I started hearing a noise. I only heard the noise while I accelerated. It sounded like I was dragging something, which I knew couldn't be the case because I could only hear it when I pressed on the gas. When I got home I noticed my hood was smoking :-(. It was too dark to figure out what was wrong so I told The Husband about it.
The day started okay. I went to the Social Security office to get a card in my new name and was there all of 15 minutes, which was awesome. I took our other car so The Husband could look at mine. He told me I needed to get it looked at when I got back home, so I turned around and took it down the street to Pit Stop. They had to do a diagnostic and had a few people in front of me so I had The Husband puck me up so we could run other errands since I'd taken the day off to do so. We ended up going out and finding a pediatrician (yessssss!!!) and getting back home and still hadn't received word on what was wrong with my car. They finally called me and said I had a busted radiator (BOOOO). I was upset because I'd finally had some extra money I was going to put in our savings account, but now I couldn't. The good thing is I had the extra money though and went ahead and had them fix it.
After that it was time to go get an ultrasound. Now, I was previously scheduled to have one all nice and normally in the OB office I normally go to, but for whatever reason I guess something changed with the insurance company and I had to go somewhere else so it would be paid for. I get there and have to fill out a bunch of paperwork and pay a copay and we go to the back. I get the ultrasound and they say that Chloe is measuring small and that the doctor will come in and talk to us about it. We wait. We wait even longer. We wait I don't know how long. I take a few naps. Finally I tell The Husband to go find out what's gong on, because we're just waiting and I'm laying on the table with the jelly crap all over me because the ultrasound technician asked me to stay that way in case the doctor want to have a look. We find out that they're waiting on my records. Um, for what? I was just there for an ultrasound. The tech comes back in shortly after we ask them what's up and I get wiped off and into a consult room. The doctor there (someone I'd never met before, didn't know I'd be going through any of this with, and who, frankly, I was annoyed with at the moment) comes in and proceeds to explain all this stuff to us we really didn't care to hear the explanation of to finally arrive at the conclusion: besides being a bit small (and more than likely for no other reason than she was going to be small, genetically, pretty much like the doctors told my mom I would be), Chloe is perfectly healthy. No indication of Down's Syndrome. No indication the placenta and umbilical cord aren't working. No indication that she's not getting enough oxygen or the amniotic fluid is low. *phew*
And that they want to induce me at 39 weeks.
Wait. What?
She said something about how at 39 weeks she would be full term (which I've done plenty of research, and I know I'm not a doctor, but I can read....AND comprehend and, ahem, 37 weeks is full term) and they would induce me because she'd be better out than in, so they can figure out if there is an issue. Ok. So, what I'm trying to figure out is, did she leave out some info? She made sure to make it VERY clear to us that there was no issue, nothing wrong, and one of those things where I'm just going to have a smaller baby (which I mean, who in the hell WANTS to have to take a 10 pound dump anyway?!), but they want to force my perfectly healthy 39 week gestated baby out? *sigh*
I'm angry, hungry, irritated, and pissed and we go to Moe's, which makes me feel better. Moo Moo Mr. Cow is awesome. By the time we leave Moe's it's 4:30 (the appointment was at 2) and we have to rush back so we can get my car and he can go to work. We do all that and I get home and rest for a while and then figure out I can go on a game trading spree at Gamestop and get some new things for my Nintendo 3DS. Yes, I am 27, a wife, and soon-to-be mother, and I traded in my Nintendo DS Lite AND Sony PSP for a 3DS. Because I COULD AND WANTED TO. And because when I got done I only paid $16 for it. Anyway, I wanted some more games for it and I needed to get some granola snacks so I went to Gamestop and Wal-mart.
At the Gamestop...the beautiful only Gamestop I've found that doesn't reside in a mall AND closes at 9 pm EVERY NIGHT, I go to make my trades. I end up trading stuff in for about $80 and decide to use it to buy a game that's out and pre-order another one. I even make $5 extra selling my 2 GBA games to another guy in the store because the store stopped taking them. So we get down to the very end of the transaction, we're just waiting on the receipt, and guess what? The POS terminal freezes. Somehow, it doesn't show in their system or inventory that we even did anything or that I made a pre-order, but the $9 I still got back after the purchases made it's way onto my rewards card and my rewards account is prompting me to move the games I traded in to the "Games I Had" classification. Weirdness. They go through the transaction again (the guy even gave me a chair, how nice of him :-) ) and I leave with my game and pre-order and they have their inventory straight. I get in my car all happy and decide to look at my receipt and then I see it. They've only reserved the game for $5, when I originally reserved it for the whole shebang. I go back in an the guy just adds the rest of the amount on and tells me to yell at Diego (the store manager) if I have any issues. Cool.
The Wal-mart trip and the rest of the evening aren't really anything to talk about, just normal and nice after that. I guess after writing all this I find that the day wasn't really bad at all, but that was also the point of the book that I took the name from. It's funny too because I said on twitter that night that "I swear...when it rains it really does tend to pour. Letting it roll off instead of soak in though...too pregnant and blessed to be stressed." Of course, I let myself get upset at the doctor thing again today, but The Husband and I are adamant about making sure the best care is had for Chloe and me and we will be asking my doctor questions about it tomorrow.
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