I have decided that the OB I saw yesterday will most definitely not be my OB for the rest of this pregnancy. grr! It didn't sit well with me, leave a good impression, or endear me to him when he said at the start of the exam after squishing my belly, "You have a big belly . . . you want your tubes tied?" Whattheheck?! Are those really related? Could you have possibly breathed a little after the belly comment before the question?
He hardly did a regular appointment exam at all claiming my records weren't there yet even though I walked in in-person two weeks prior to sign the official consent form. He asked the nurse to schedule me an ultrasound for FOUR weeks from now. But thankfully due to some scheduling conflicts with a meeting or something he had it scheduled for about three weeks, May 27th at 2 p.m. But still, I'm on the hunt for a different OB. I keep trying to convince myself that it may not matter at all if I can get in to a specialist anyway. I'm not convinced yet.
Still homeless. Even if we did get word today that we got a house we offered on, it would still be 6 1/2 weeks before we got into it. That would put me at 27 weeks. I fear at that point I will be on bedrest. I had NO idea it was this difficult to buy a house. I can't begin to describe to you how many houses we offered on for the full price they asked or MORE. I thought if someone was selling a house for eleventy-fourple dollars and you said, "Yes, I'd like to buy your house. I'll give you eleventy-fourple dollars," then it was a deal and the paperwork would follow. I'd like my big sparkly "D" for Doofus to permanently adhere to my forehead now. Squid probably know more than I do about home-buying.
On a happier note, tomorrow we get to go see Monsters vs. Aliens at the base movie theater. I'm hoping the short people get a discount rate since it takes two to a seat to keep it from collapsing on them.