It's 5:30am...why not blog/rant

Ok, so if you follow me on Facebook you already know what I'm about to go on about with my ordeal at my new OBs office. It didn't even start there. Here is an overview of how my day was going.

First I went to sell my kirby vacuum to the vacuum guy. That was fortunately a success. But did take forever.
Second, since I hadn't eaten since breakfast I was starving after spending an hour with the vacuum guy so we went to chic fila before my appointment at 2:30. Fine except the gross fruit cup they gave me and the chicken tasted funny, but whatever I ate most of it.
Third we are waiting inline at the drive thru and cops swarm the area and block off like 20 roads, all of which lead to my doctor's office. So that was an hour trip that should have taken literally 2 minutes because we were only right down the street. I new at that point my appointment was not going to go well since that's just how my life normally plays out.

So, we get to the office they make me fill out like 50 sheets of paper. (They then ask me the same questions later, so dumb). I wait a little while, not too long but enough to make me wonder wtf. I go back and Josh isn't allowed to follow yet. Which we aren't used to because our old office let him come with me wherever I went, including getting vitals and getting blood work. So fine whatever I decide not to be a baby and suck it up. Well it was like 30-45 minutes before Id see him again! The nurse had no clue how to use the computer to update my record. and she kept forgetting things and leaving the room and coming back. Seriously wanted to die because it was so hot in the room we were in.

So then they tell me to go wait back in the waiting room. I only wait a couple minutes till they call my name to escort me to the other building in the little cluster of buildings. I go there and sit for like 10 or so minutes till they call my name to only be dragged back to the original waiting room... I talk to a doc for like 2 seconds (complete waste of time). Then I get dragged back across to the other building to wait for my ultrasound. This gets good here :)

So my ultrasound experience was hell. They were doing a NT scan which measures a part of the babies head to check for downs syndrome. Baby B wasn't cooperating so the ultrasound tech was jabbing be with the ultrasound wand and bouncing it up and down on the babies to get them to turn over and move. It hurt and she kept doing it. I didn't say anything because well I'm a shy person and was just going with the flow. But next time I won't be so nice. The scan wasn't even important to me, had I known she was going to be so rough I would have opted out for the test. To be honest I don't care if the babies have downs syndrome, it's not going to change anything.

I then get dragged back to see the doctor again across the way. I express all the concerns I had with delivery and the hospital and all these other things. She was awkward and I didn't like her very much. But theres about 6 or so more doctors at the practice I still have to meet so I'll be patient and see what they are like.

Overall I'm at the doctors from about 2:10 till 5:15. Holy eff! So now I'm exhausted at this point. Concerned my babies are going to have brain damage from being treated like an animal or something. And I find out the local hospital will not care for the babies if they are earlier than 32 weeks. So hopefully they stay in there till at least then. Otherwise things get more complicated with transfers and being away from my babies when they are born. More stress I don't feel like dealing with. Having an anxiety disorder when you're pregnant is not a good mix. It's torture.

So here I am 5 in the morning. Can't sleep. Maybe I should check the babies heart beats since I bought a fetal doppler heart rate monitor. Cuz again, I'm crazy. It's fun though and gives me a piece of mind. Although I keep getting mixed messages on how often I can use it. So for now I do it everyday maybe twice a day depending on my level of activity.

So that's my rant. Just a stressful day that I could have lived without. I'm a little more tired now that I wrote all this and thinking about my exhausting day yesterday has made me tired. So goodbye for now. Pray that my appointment on Thursday with the high risk doctor goes better then yesterday. Thanks.