When I went to the doctor today I ended up seeing my regular OBGYN, which thrilled me because I was not supposed to. He got out of his clinic early though and came to see me.

Hayden seems to be good. TOO good, perhaps. He's measuring big. Too big. So now I have to go back on Monday, and if I am still measuring big, they are going to make me redo my glucose tolerance test and do some sort of "scan". If he gets too big, they will have to do a ceasarean when he is ready to come out. He's so big my abdominal muscles are tearing apart to make room for him. This hurts very badly. But otherwise, he's good.  

We also went and got the changing table. This was my mom's gift for the upcoming shower.  The baby clothes were starting to pile up, so we needed it a little early.

While putting up the clothes, we found a blanket.  I couldn't figure out what the little pocket was for, so Jon helped me out...

That is all.

I am not having my baby circumsized. My reasons are justifiable to me. That's all that matters. So don't tell me that (and I swearto you, someone actually said this to me) "If you want to have granchildren you had better do it cuz no girl wants to look at it not circumsized". What the crap?!?! That is no reason. That is ridiculous, and really hurt my feelings. Why? Well, for starters, my husband is not circumsized, and I like his just fine, thank you. I don't think that many women have even seen and uncircumsized penis before. There is nothing gross about it. My opinion on the matter is thus: God dished out the foreskin for a reason. Keep it clean and teach him to clean it later on, and all will be spiffy. If he wants it done later, he can get it done. Yes, it's a bigger deal when they get older, but at least the option is still there.

Secondly, I am not breastfeeding. GASP! I am very uncomfortable with the thought. I don't think that I would have enough time, either, seeing as how I am not a stay-at-home mommy, and I go to school full-time. My husband is opposed to the idea after looking up options about how to stay involved when mom is breastfeeding because he (and I agree) believes that nothing can compare to him actually feeding the baby himself. I know that breast milk is best, but it really is a HUGE issue for me. If all you can say to me is "Oh, you will grow to love it" and such, don't bother, cuz I have heard that before. I want my husband to be involved with feedings. I want to be able to take my baby to my mother's for a weekend and not have to prepare milk to leave for him. I don't want him to suffer through nipple confusion. And while I was considering just exclusively pumping, I realize now that it would be too much for me to deal with. Statistically speaking, it takes even longer and it also hurts because it doesn't simulate a baby sucking enough. I can't afford a 400$ electric pump that would work well enough for me to do it, and I don't want to rent, because that just seems gross to me. I was raised on formula, and I think I am all right. He will be, too.

Well, Monday after music history, I had nearly all the symptoms of pre-term labor suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. I called my doctor's office, and they told me to come in.

When I got there, the doctor said that the nurse taking my symptoms down on the phone should have told me to go to the hospital right away. He sent me on to Johnson City Medical Center.

We got there and were told to go to the Women's Health Center. You have to pick up and phone and talk to a secretary to get back to the baby area. The secretary was very hateful and as I was telling her my symptoms, she said, "And they sent you over here. . . for THAT?" Then she finally decided to send someone out to open the door. We waited ten minutes. . . fifteen. . . still no one came. Finally I said to Jon, "Before they kill our child honey, let's go to the ER".

The ER wants a photo I.D. I lost my wallet (today) and started crying due to all the bull I have been subjected to. Next they call back over to the Women's Health place and the secretary was like, "Well I just sent someone out to get her a second ago". Nice. So I get hauled away in a wheelchair to the Women's Health place again.

They put me back in a very uncomfortable triage bed, and begin an I.V. They strapped some instruments to my belly to monitor Hayden's heartbeat and to see if I was having any contractions. I was there from about 3 o'clock till 10:45pm. Not fun.

But apparently I was just dehydrated and my potassium was super-low. They gave me two I.Vs and I was told to eat bananas.

I am just glad Hayden was okay, but I don't want to go back to that hellhole till I am ready to have him.