Another week gone, already?

I know time is supposed to pass faster as one ages, but somebody grab a good hold on the reins, will ya? I blinked, and last week is GONE. No fair. I feel like I missed something.

The morning sickness probably wasn't morning sickness. It was likely either a bug or some sort of reaction to something--maybe the cream cheese that I noticed the next day as being ever-so-slightly covered in green slime. Whatever the reason, I'm glad it's gone. Beleive me, all of you gals who have suffered countless hours staring into a porcelain bowl...I do NOT envy you. My pregnancies all have their down-days, but usually later on into the second trimester when the prick-your-finger-four-times-a-day starts and toward the end when I'm on contstant doctor-watch. Those days aren't fun either...but my lack of morning sickness has been all that's kept me sane!

Okay, so there was a lot going on last week. A LOT. I had a horrid doctor's appointment on Wednesday with the clinic on base to get into the Tricare system as an OB patient and get my referral to the OB/GYN I used with Shelby (I love that guy...and I have recommended him to every pregnant woman I've met!), and let's just say I'm glad it's over and I most certainly, without a doubt, WILL be filing a complaint with the base clinic's commander. I expect professionalism from a doctor whose sole purpose during that visit was to put my name in a computer, but what I got was a nasty, sarcastic attack. "Are you nuts?," was the doctor's response to hearing I was on baby #7, and then "What, are you trying to be like that crazy Arkansas woman with 20 kids? There's something WRONG with those people!" Well, thank you, now, Mamaw, for drilling that keep-your-mouth-shut Southern decorum into my head, because all I could sputter forth from my stunned lips was, "I just need a referral, and I'll be out of your hair." Of course, my mind was reeling with witty come-backs, but at that point, I just wanted OUT. I couldn't leave that office fast enough. Oh, and apparently, the nurse, who was at least slightly less rude, thinks it's okay to tell a patient she's too old to be a mother. I did manage to say that it seems my body hasn't gotten that memo. She laughed. I laughed. But...I wouldn't have laughed if I'd have known what rudeness I was in for after my vitals were taken. UGH, I detest dealing with people like that. Deep breath. It's over. Now I've got my appointment THIS week for that all-important early ultrasound to double-check dates, growth, and to make sure Pete's little twin premonition wasn't right! If it is....well, that should be an interesting turn of events!