Calm, resolute, rationalizing attitude is beginning to edge toward the window.
I called the doctor.
Me: (an explanation of the situation)
Lady at the front desk: How far along are you?
Me: 30 weeks today.
Lady at the front desk: (insert panic sound here) Hold on.
Lady at the front desk: Patrice, how soon can you get here?
Me: I can leave immediately.
Lady at the front desk: (in a now very panicky voice) Get here as fast as you can.
Calm, resolute, rationalizing attitude is now throwing itself out the window at breath-taking speed, taking a few billion of my nerves and all of the peaceful, calming chemicals my brain may normally produce along with it.
I got in my car and called Matt. "I'll meet you there," he said. I then began begging the stubborn boy that is my son to please move or kick or something to let me know he's okay. He did nothing.
Calm, resolute, rationalizing attitude is now careening toward the pavement below, with above mentioned companions, at warp speed.
When I arrived at the doctor, I had to wait a few minutes, pee in a cup, and get my weight and blood pressure taken. I thought to myself, "
Calm, resolute, rationalizing attitude has now smashed into a million pieces after hitting the pavement at about a billion miles per hour.
The doctor checked the baby's heartbeat, examined me, and said that everything looks good. The blood is in my urine coming from my bladder, not from my cervix. (Too much information? Sorry, boys). "We suspect it's a urinary infection, but won't know anything for sure until we send it off for a culture. I don't know what to tell you. I don't see anything to worry about." I thought to myself, "
Me (meekly, of course): Um, could I get an ultrasound please?
An ultrasound ensued. Everything is okay. The baby looks good. They have started me on a "perfectly safe" antibiotic (don't even get me started on all the horrible things the pamphlet says can go wrong if you take this drug during pregnancy) for my not exactly diagnosed UTI, and all is
And speaking of my stubborn little boy, he is now rocking and rolling and moving like crazy. He thinks he's soooooo funny. I am not amused. He is currently in time out.