Wow, so waking up at 0700 when you know you can't just go back to sleep after taking out the dog is REALLY hard! Surprise, surprise! Had a bowl of cereal by 0730 and left by 0745. Turns out morning "rush hour" was not so rushy and we got to the doctor's in 15 minutes. I was annoyed that we were early because I didn't want to have to wait.
I think we were called back about 5 minutes before our appointment time, which was a pleasant surprise. I had my exam and learned I was still 1cm. Dr. K was like, "Ok, so you're making good progress!" I said, "But I've been at 1cm for the past FOUR visits..." I was nice enough to mention that the first of those four visits was with her and apparently she didn't remember or read my chart (I'd accept either). She then looked back at my chart and realized that both she, Ashley, and Dr. A, had all said "1cm"... She said basically to make an appointment for next week and hopefully she'd see me in the hospital before then.
I mentioned my back and surgeries and how I'm not a hardcore athlete, nor was I ever in any sort of accident, but am just naturally breakable. I mentioned how Dr. A said pregnancy and labor could cause permanent damage and that needs to not happen because I'm no use to a healthy baby if I can't move. Then my mom asked about if a CS would prevent further damage to my back.
I was flummoxed at how flip her answers came across. It was a much more matter-of-fact/you're-a-retard sort of attitude. I was very frustrated by the end of her answers because I felt so stressed and like I'm just some whiney pregnant girl, not that I'm in agonizing pain to where I can't move my legs or breathe when the pain hits. She asked about contractions -- I said yes -- and she said to time them. I told her that I've been having them for weeks and they're not quite at a time-able stage yet, but I would when they seemed mildly regular.
On a semi-related note, there's a Zumba contest to win $5k and I have a great idea. Basically, you are filmed during the busiest time of your day and you stop whatever you're doing and do 30s+ of this Zumba routine that's to Pitbull's new song, "Pause." Now, I obviously have an upcoming PERFECT time to do such a thing and I've gotten approval from both my folks, buuuuut my concern is that Zumba is far less sexy when 10 months pregnant than it is when you're skinny and fit. I can't imagine Beto and Pitbull judging and thinking MINE is the best, just because I won't be as good looking as I used to be... not by a long shot! But, I'm still going to give it a whirl and hope for the best.
Anyway, we came home and I was so pissed off and bitchy the whole way -- my mom's so good about ignoring me :) However, I told her I was going back to sleep, so she took out Puck and went shopping for a bit.
I woke up at 1245 and had a bit of lunch, then took care of Bub and started coloring my last poster. Dad came home at 1300 and asked me about the appointment and was frustrated, too. Then mom came back and agreed to take me to get a pedicure and a "happy hour" frapp. I was much calmer after my nap, frapp, and new toes.
I finished the coloring of the posters, then knew I had to give Puck his "spa day," as I call it. I changed into shorts, then grabbed all his crap and dad and I went outside. We trimmed his nails, where he squirmed the most, but still not too much. Then we cleaned his ears again -- I HATE HATE HATE the smell of that ear stuff and it makes my hands stink for ages. Next, we shaved him down again. And finally, I took him in and gave him a bath in my shower where I'd installed my shower head from Heights.
He was a clean and crazy guy after we finished. I also showered myself, since I was covered in hair. Then I helped my mom make dinner. I liked it, as did my dad, but I love easy dinners -- one meat and one veggie. My mom likes more items and fancier stuff, but it's just too much trouble as far as I'm concerned.
Just FYI, I have the laptop on the floor and I'm on my knees and elbows with my bum up in the air... doing a pseudo "tummy time"... because my back was becoming electric in the bad way and I couldn't stand it.
After dinner, I worked on lettering the posters, dad watched tv, and mom worked on her photo book on the computer. When mom finished, I got on the computer to check and compare two cameras, since the one we ordered still hasn't shipped.
I got the camera name we ordered from my dad's email, then I looked up the other one we had thought about, then I was going to look up the Sony that was rated highly, too. I called in my dad and he said, "We didn't order the G3. We ordered the GF3." I told him I got the type from his email and showed him. He didn't believe me, so he opened up the Panasonic order page and it showed the camera and said, "G3." He was like, "This isn't what I ordered!"
I assured him it was and that he chose the bigger one and how the LCD can move around, so that's why I never questioned it. He said he meant to get the smaller one and that its LCD moved, too. We had to watch the video about the cameras and look at the specs before he believed me that only the LCD on the bigger cam moved. I also pointed out that the G3 was to be released a couple months before the GF3.
He was upset that we'd been waiting so long for this camera and it wasn't even the right one! I pointed out that the GF3 still hasn't been released, then pointed out that the supposed ship date for the G3 went from "June/July" to "August/September." We pretty much decided to cancel the order, which we'll do tomorrow. It's a shame we waited 18 days before doing it. However, I guess it's good that I pointed out all that I did.
We spent a bit of time looking at a Sony NEX5 and found a place to order that has free shipping, comes with an SD card, and a carrying case for the same price as the Panasonic without extra goodies. So, tomorrow we'll cancel the Panasonic and we're going to go to Best Buy to look at the NEX5 because they have it there and it'd be nice to see/handle before buying it (online). Hopefully, I can convince him to spend $5 and get it shipped about a week faster.
I eventually got him to stop looking and agree to continue tomorrow and go watch tv for now. I had planned on working on my lettering while watching The Closer, but my back hurt too bad, so I went in and laid on the couch to watch it with my folks.
I hope I don't experience full on back labor... that'd be the pits.
Oh yeah! I got to talk to Ty today. He wasn't stuck on some German FOB -- his net was down and he fell asleep trying to get online. He also said he "flew his face off" and wrecked his humvee. I told him to be careful because that would be the most embarrassing "combat injury" story if he got hurt and had to come home. I can just hear it:
Friend: Wow! You got injured and they sent you home? Did the helicopter break and you have to crash land? Was it enemy fire? What happened, man?!
Ty: Well... I got into a car accident... by myself... on the FOB. I ran into a ditch.
Of course it'd be nice if he were sent home, but he'd be mortified. And I wouldn't blame him!
Finally, my dear Lisa... what a mess she is causing. She's upsetting her husband and he's not doing his job. She's supposedly blowing everything out of proportion and being a drama queen. Rear D heard and Michelle heard and contacted Christine who contacted me. I told her all I knew about Lisa and then forwarded her email that she'd sent to me.
D.R.A.M.A :( ugh
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