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

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.