I think most people would say I'm a fairly positive person. I sure try to be anyways, but I'm ready for a little blog rant. I'll blame it on the pregnancy; this poor sweet baby sure makes a great scapegoat!
First of all, since I mentioned the baby: setting up my OB appointment. Let's see. Basically when we found out where we were moving to in March, I started soliciting advice from area ladies (via my sweet SIL LJ) about local OBs. I chose one and in April I called a local hospital to start the process. (At that point, we did not have a place to live yet; JJ was making a trip to ND at the end of April/beginning of May, but we did know which hospital JJ would be working at, so it seemed natural to deliver there.) So anyways, back to the phone call. The gal said they would not be able to do anything because I didn't have a local address and also because they didn't have my records. Ok, fine. I finished out my OB appointments in KS and had my files transferred to the new doctor. A short while later (while we were still in KS), a gal from the local office called and said, "This is so weird. We have your files here, but don't have you in the system at all. Do you have an appointment here or something??" WELL, gosh, I sure would've liked to be in your system and would sure have liked to have an appointment, believe me! Then, when I said who I preferred to see, she got a little huffy and said, "There is NO way you'll get in to see her with such little notice. You would've needed to call earlier to set up an appointment with her. You could see a NP, but that's about it for your first appointment here." That's the EXACT reason why I called in April, you dodo foofy! (term stolen from C). Then, a nurse called to talk to me about my preggo history, etc. etc. to add to my file. I indicated that time that my doctor in KS had requested that I have an ultrasound at my first appointment in ND because I would be over the 20 week mark by then. She said that was no problem and said she left that note in my chart. At my appointment, the nurse said they can't order that and wasn't sure how that happened... SO... long story short, I had to come back a week later for my ultrasound, at 22 weeks. It wasn't that big of a deal, really, especially since I've been feeling so good and since we weren't finding out gender anyways, but at EACH step, I felt like I was trying to be proactive, was stopped, and then was basically told I should've done what I actually HAD done!! Phew. That felt good. Thanks for listening.
Rant #2: a little road rage. It has taken me some getting used to our new city's interstate system. I have found it pretty easy to get around EXCEPT for one thing. All of their on ramps are in screwy locations!! Basically, if I want to head west (left), I'm pretty much guaranteed the exit ramp will be on the east side (right). Pretty much. Except when I remember this rule, of course! :) And then, the on ramps USUALLY turn into off ramps, which means people just getting off want to get over and people in the right lane might not want to move over because their exit is coming up. UGH! Do you SEE the dilemma people?! I know I'll get used to it, but until then I WILL grumble, grumble, OK??!
Rant #3: my face. Ugh. This pregnancy has been really weird. For my head. I have constant breakouts coupled with the fact that I seem to be allergic to my old used-forever-and-never-had-a-problem shampoo/conditioner. Granted, it's the cheap kind, BUT STILL. I've never had a problem. And now my head itches. The end.
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