I am extremely stressed out today. It's been a rough week, and it's only Thursday.
On Tuesday I had my first prenatal appointment, which was all kinds of exciting. I gave myself an hour and a half to get there; it's usually 30 minutes but I wanted to leave time for delays, stop by lab for a minute, then get to the appointment early. They have the worst system over there, and it sometimes takes 30 minutes just to get checked in. However, the train was messed up more than usual. When I got to the platform, there was a train sitting there but it was packed with people, to the point that I couldn't get on (even if I had wanted to stand, which I really didn't). It sat there for at least ten minutes, and then I waited another 15 or 20 for a new train. When it finally showed up, I did get a seat, but we sat there for 5 minutes...and then we sat at every other station too. Two stations before my stop, the power went out. More sitting, this time in the dark. Then the conductor tells everyone that we need to back up to the previous station, at which point we'll be able to move forward again on the opposite track. When we finally get there, the doors open and there's no announcement, so no one is sure if we should get off the train or wait.
A guy near me says something to another guy about walking to class, so I butt in and ask where they go to school, hoping that it's my campus - and I'm in luck! So I ask them if I can walk with them. I've actually been stranded at this station before, and I was told that it's technically within walking distance from campus, but I don't know the way and it's a really rough neighborhood (Jeff came and got me, crying, that day). I wound up walking with two strangers for about 45 minutes, and which point I am 30 minutes late for my appointment, with no time to stop at lab. I call the office, and after holding they tell me to come on in. I then wait 30 minutes, only to have the check-in lady not believe I called. She was very apologetic once she realized she was wrong, though. So now I'm an hour late, and I don't get called into an exam room for another hour (seriously). I finally saw my doctor at 11:40!
My doctor answered all of my questions and I really like her approach to things - too bad we'll be moving before the delivery! I think I'm going to wait until we know where we're moving before I tell her, but I feel a little guilty not mentioning it. She ordered a bunch of bloodwork (at least ten tubes, it was crazy) and I got two immunizations. I have to go back in three weeks for my official 8-week appointment, and I also need to schedule an ultrasound around that time. My doctor didn't make it clear that the u/s is a separate appointment, so I called today and asked the receptionist about it. She was really rude; I asked if they were performed in the same building, and if not, where I need to call, and she just cut me off and said, "We don't do those here" and HUNG UP. Gee, thanks. So I looked up my doctor and sent her an e-mail, I hope she doesn't mind.
The other stressful thing in my life is my mother. Figures. She blabbed about the pregnancy to a bunch of people even though I told her not to. But I blame myself, I should have known! After being furious yesterday, I've decided just to let it go, because I shouldn't be surprised at her behavior and it's not like she'll learn.
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