Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

When I started this blogging project, I thought I would always post these sweet, cuddly little clips about my wonderful little experience with pregnancy. WRONG STUPID!! This sucks and I don't mind complaining about it b/c I wear my emotions on my sleeve and you can either love me the way I am or not. If you haven't already noticed, I am in a freaking fantastic mood today. I am not sure why God created hormones but I think it was a bad idea. But anyway back to the reason for my post, my latest ob appt.

First the put me on the fetal monitor for 15 or 20 minutes and I had to push this button every time he moved, which of course was A LOT, but it is nice to be able to hear his little heart beat and actually hear him wiggling around in there. Next we sat in the waiting room for a half hour and then they took us to the ultrasound so they could check my fluid levels again. I was actually excited that we got to have another ultrasound so Clay could see Gavin since he missed the last one for Leadership Lowndes. Gavin was curled up in a little ball with his back to the scanner and he refused to move so that we could see his face. Stubborn little man, he was acting crazy for the fetal monitor but refused to move for the ultrasound, oh well, maybe next time. Unfortunately my fluid levels were even higher this time which is not good at all but fortunately Gavin is doing just fine. After we waiting another 30 - 45 minutes they tell us that they midwife we were scheduled to see had an emergency with another patient and was running behind. So we see someone else who proceeds to tell me that she can tell how miserable I am, wishes there was something she could do and because my fluid levels are so high, I now get to do this routine TWICE A WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Not only did this appointment cost me 2.25 hours of my already tax season packed day but it is costing me piles of money b/c my insurance is crap. Now I get to waste 4.5 hours a week and two piles of money. So prayers would be much appreciated for both my patience but mostly our finances. Poor Clay is truly about one SOBGYN statement from a complete breakdown.