I got a phone call just as Caleb and I got into a Metro car. Of course, I lost reception after one ring. I had to wait until we got to our stop to see who it was. It was the doctor’s office to say that the nurse practitioner that I had the appointment with would be two hours late and I need to reschedule. I was pretty annoyed that I had already gotten to within 2 blocks of the doctor’s building. So, we turned around and went home.
I’ve been unhappy with this medical center and this was the last straw! I chose it because it’s only three Metro stops away and we don’t need to borrow the truck from Shane. But it’s in the City (DC, that is) and so, the people that work there are … um… well, let’s just say I’d be better treated if my skin was 10 shades darker. Or at least, I’d get the culture and wouldn’t be so taken aback by the rampant attitude. It really makes me miss Hawaii, where everyone, for the most part, is happy and polite. But I digress.
I switched over to another center (in Virginia) and I now have another appointment next Tuesday morning. I’m so disappointed that I didn’t get to see the baby today. I checked Caleb’s baby book and we got ultrasound pictures from the appointment around this same time. It’s significant to me because it’ll be the first time that I can see the baby when it will actually look like a human and not a blob.
I was so upset about all of this that I called Shane to vent and also let him know that I’d have to take the truck for my appointments. He said he was worried when I called because he knew I should be having my appointment and was glad that the matter was me being inconvenienced and not that anything was wrong with the baby. True. So true. But he knew I was pretty P.O.’d so he promised to buy me a Chocolate Godiva cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. I’m not so P.O.’d now 🙂