Do you think there’s any hope for me?
I’ll tell you this story and then you can decide.
I had a pretty rough night last night – the dog woke me up, Emily woke us up afraid of a thunderstorm, etc. Each time I was woken up, I was instantly nauseous and throwing up. As I mentioned yesterday, I’ve been trying to avoid the zofran. I paid for it last night. I was miserable. I have never been this sick before with my other babies. Of course the 4th one is the worst, when I have 3 other kids to take care of.
I am exhausted and completely and utterly sick of well – being sick. It seems like I was a lot better by this point with my other babies and now there doesn’t appear to be an end in sight.
The worst for me is not having the energy to do much of anything. My house is so dirty and messy now, that alone makes me want to crawl into bed and stay there the whole day. I know this will pass and hopefully in a few weeks, I’ll be feeling more like myself (who am I kidding though, I never feel like “me” when I’m pregnant!) – but at least more human again.
But back to my main story:
Today I had a doctor appointment. Or so I thought.
I get the kids up, try to at least get the dishes done, pack the diaper bag, etc. All the while, Joshua was Mr Monster and screaming at me and whining non-stop. We get in the car and I discover that Nathan has stolen two packs of gum when he’s not allowed to eat gum. I was so mad because no sooner had I had taken the first pack from him, I heard him opening a second pack – when I had just told him NO. He got in trouble for that and lost his bike for 2 days.
A few miles down the road, it suddenly occurs to me that I didn’t remember getting that “reminder call” from the doctor’s office. And that I didn’t double check the calendar like I always do before hand. I remember that the date July 21st sounded more familiar than today – the 14th. Uh-oh. I put a quick call into the doctor’s office, asking about when my appointment is. The person looks it up and says “Yep, it’s this morning at 11 am.” Ok, phew, I’m good. I haven’t completely lost it yet. I finish the 45 minute drive there and thankfully Nate is waiting for me in the parking lot. He had very sweetly offered to meet me there so he could watch our little monsters – I mean kids – as the first appointment is always longer, plus I had to get lab work done.
We get inside and I head over to check in. The receptionist (someone different than who I talked to earlier) can’t find my appointment. It was for next week. I was like “Are you kidding me? I just called and they confirmed!” The receptionist was super sweet and felt so bad. She said there was no way they could fit me in with my doctor that morning, but I could see a different doctor. I thought about it, because it would save me yet another trip down next week, but I turned it down because I really do like my doctor and want to stick with her. With my last pregnancy, there were some mix-up’s and a lot of frustrations because I saw a different practitioner for my first appointment and I really want to avoid that again.
So I drove all the way down there, and pulled Nate out of work, only to find it was the wrong day! I can’t believe I did that. I have never done that before. I am seriously losing my mind. I always double check my calendar (and yes, I had the correct date written down.)
At least I was able to get my lab work done while I was there.
So now, do you think there’s any hope for me?
Yeah, I’m not very confident either…