Every single prenatal appointment from the beginning of this pregnancy to the extras they book past your due date (just in case) have been scheduled for the morning. It’s just more convenient because kids are usually in a better mood earlier in the day, and since MissH has to come with me, that’s a good arrangement. When you already have a child they also ask if you want morning appointments because of the assumption that they’ll be napping later in the day (ha, don’t I wish!).

Unfortunately, when the nurse cancelled our appointment for Monday because she was sick, everything got jumbled all over the place and I got saddled with a 2 pm appointment today. Honestly, I would probably just skip it altogether since next month starts the every-two-weeks appointments anyway and I can’t even think of a single damn question that I need to ask so I wouldn’t mind not bothering, but I have to go because I need to be scheduled for my glucose screen next week (oh fucking YAY) and also my Rhogam injection on the same day. Poo.

It’s just a big lethargic situation. When I have a 9:30 appointment, I do have to get myself and MissH up earlier than normal, but you get up, get dressed, eat, and go without stopping for much of anything. I’ve been up since 8 am though and I just don’t FEEL like going out to the damn hospital now. But of course I will. Besides, what with Murphy’s Law and all, if I did cancel my appointment today I’d end up having some bizarre complication tomorrow. It will be nice to hear the heart beat anyway, and to see if my weight gain is what I think it is (our scale is a bit off so I’m not 100% sure but I think I’ve gained 13-15 pounds so far).

I just need to get motivated now because George’s dad is picking us up in about 40 minutes and I still need to pack MissH’s portable toilet seat, a bottle of water for myself, a book in case I have to wait awhile, and possibly my knitting since I really want to finish MissH’s scarf so I can move on to my own. Oh, and maybe I should go stick my contact lenses in my eyes and brush my teeth.

Must.stop.procrastinating!

I had a prenatal appointment at 9:30 this morning. George’s dad was going to take us but his mom had an appointment as well at 9 am, so we had to be ready to leave here at 8 o’clock. I got up at 6:45 and MissH was so tired and reluctant to get out of bed. She was all cute and groggy and really wanted to go back to sleep. I managed to get her up and we were in the living room having some breakfast when the phone rang.

It was the receptionist calling to let me know that the nurse had called in sick so my appointment was cancelled and I should call back later this morning to book a new appointment. I definitely appreciate that I didn’t get all the way there only to find out that it was cancelled so it was great that she called, but it just figures that on the one morning MissH probably would have slept until 8 or so, we ended up getting up for nothing. Plus, now I have to make a new appointment for sometime later this week.

Oh well. I know there’s no way in hell we’re going back to bed now but at least we can just hang out. Since it’s supposed to rain this morning, not having to go out sounds really nice.

*yawn*