Stork'd This is what happens if you go Skinny Dipping during Adult Swim at the Gene Pool.

So I have to have my blood tested every 6-8 weeks because of my hypothyroidism. Well, I went into my doctor's office because my OB refused to make an order for getting me tested adn I didn't have an order from my GP. Come to find out, the new nurse can do blood draws in the office and that made me happy at first, because the Labcorp techs jab and hurt a lot. That was until a day after she jabbed me I developed a very large bruise on the inside of my arm. Six days later, it's still there. I was mentioning that I didn't like going to labcorp to get it done and the nurse was tooting her own whistle. Well if that's the kind of job you do, lady, think again. I won't be having you draw my blood again.

This little dude is kicking up a storm. I know a lot of people who have been pregnant or dealt with a lot of pregnant women will say, "eah, probably just hiccups or something." This guy even moves my stomach so that people on the outside can see it. I'm worried he's going to be a monster, since I'm in my 6th month and he's making with the having to stretch out so much my stomach is jumping. We're uncomfey already. Yay for 3 more months of this, huh?

Speaking of thumping, I fell down a couple of stairs the other day. Luckily it was on my butt. I did get either a rug or plaster burn in a couple of spots around my elbow and Ingrid cried from watching me, but I was okay, just a little unnerved.

But now to bed.

Last night I was having such a bad time of it. It's hard for me to shut my brain off of planning and the like, but in my afternoon nap, that I wish I had gotten a bit more of, I realized that the best plan of action for getting care for Ingrid was probably to just ask my dad to come out and not to smoke while he's here. He's been on the patch several times and gone months without the smoking of an actual cigarette, so I know he can do it at least for a little while.

After discussing it with my better half, I called my dad and asked him if he would like to partake in coming to spend time with his familia on this coast and help take care of his grandchild while I'm giving birth to the next one and if he could do so without smoking. The answer was a yes. There's a lot of relief in my mind right now. Not only do I love my dad, and miss him, but he's a resourceful guy and I won't have to constantly give him tasks or direct him on what needs to be done in either Ingrid care, around the house, getting to various spots in town, or the like.

That said, I'll go on to the millisecond appointment I had at the OB today. At least they only charge $60 a visit for those to my insurance, who covers 80% of it, I think. I was way early because I didn't want to drive home and back to where I neeed to be. So I just sat a while and read.  About 20 minutes before my appointment I signed in, they called me 5 minutes later, got my weight, had me pee in a cup and took my BP.  No more than 2 minutes later the doc was in, and in a whirlwind he listened to the heartbeat and measures my fundal height and yelled at me for not making my dr follow my thyroid, which I thought my ob was doing. The guy is a jerk, but at least he isn't dismissive of concerns like the last doc I saw was. I did find out my TSH is going down more. 2.7 instead of 3.7. I will see if I can get Dr B next time, since of all the ones I've seen while pregnant, he's had the best bedside manner and friendliness mix along with listening. This small town doctoring stuff stinks though.