We saw a different doctor on May 27.  Our appointment was for 9:50 am.  Why were we sitting in the little room waiting on her to come in until 10:40?  She came in thanking us for being patient and waiting on her while she tried to figure out what was wrong with her computer.  Bran was mad.  I just knew he was going to say something to her since he was complaining the entire time we were sitting back there.  He even stepped out of the room to see if he could see her standing in the hallway.  His excuse for stepping out was to get some water.  Well, wouldn’t you know it, one of the nurses told him that she would bring it to him, so he had to come back in the room with me.  The doctor stayed in the room with me maybe 10 minutes.  We found out that I am growing at a normal rate.  Peanut is about 5 to 5.5 pounds now and will be 7 to 7.5 pounds when born if things continue at this rate.  Also Peanut’s head is lodged into position facing down and she said it didn’t feel like it would be coming out – felt like it was wedged in.  I knew I was feeling some pressure and discomfort in my pelvis.  Now I know the reason why.

Ok, on a different note, let me tell you what happened before we saw the doctor.  The staff up front is very familiar with me and Brandon, and they know I usually need to give my sample as soon as I get to the office.  So I decided to go ahead and give my urine sample before I got weighed and sent to the patient room.  Reminder: I complained to the doctor during my last visit that it was difficult for me to pee in that little cup. Peanut is all in my way and I can’t see my stream until it is almost in the water.  Ok, so today, when I go in there, I think I have a master plan to get my pee in this cup.  I decided not to put my label on my cup until I had collected my sample.  That way I wouldn’t be turning it in with pee all over it.  So I started out fine collecting probably 2 drops of pee and then my stream turned into a big fan, so pee got all over my hand.  I decided to stop, stand up, and start over.  I pushed the cup right up to me to collect my sample, but some how it still missed the cup still getting on my hand.  I had to regroup.  I decided to just play blind and find the stream while it was flowing even if the cup got wet.  This seemed to work.  Well, I had enough for them to run whatever test they wanted to.  All I had to do was put the lid on the cup, or pour my sample into a dry cup since this was one was all messed up now.  I looked behind me and saw how far away the paper towels were so I could dry my hand.  While looking back, somehow my hand turned the cup sideways while it was not all the way out of the toilet (I’m still squatting).  I poured a huge amount of the pee into my panties and shorts.  I’m surprised the nurses didn’t hear me yelling “oh, no”.  Once I realized what was happening, I guess I shocked myself so badly that I fell back on the toilet seat and some more of the pee jumped out of the cup onto the floor making a huge puddle.  As I was sitting on this “dirty” toilet seat looking around me at the mess, I put the cup on the floor and grabbed some paper towels to blot the mess out of my panties and shorts and I threw the rest of them on the floor to soak up that huge puddle.  Oh, yeah, it was probably 10 drops left in the cup for them to test.  I cleaned up as best I could, but when I pulled my clothes up, I was grossed out.  Eww.  I don’t see how little kids walk around with wet undies.  This was so nasty.  I washed my hands and put my sample in the window.  When I came out, Brandon gave me a funny look and asked me if I was doing #2 since I was in there so long.  Of course, I had tears in my eyes and I told him that I would tell him later.  I had to get on the scales for my weight – I only gained 2 pounds.  Yeah, for me.  So when we got in the room, I told him what had happened in that bathroom.  He gave me a funny look and said he would help me from here on out.  I felt so nasty sitting on that table with wet undies and shorts.  Thank goodness, today wasn’t the day to get checked for dilation or  anything else related to that region.  They would have thought I was disgusting.

The shower at work was on Thursday, June 26.  James was my chaperone to keep me away until everything was set up properly.  As I entered the room, I heard music from the Price Is Right (I believe everyone knows this is my favorite TV game show to watch).  There were 4 separate games of the Price Is Right, 1 where they bid on 3 unwrapped gifts and 1 where they bid on my wrapped gift – a Winnie the Pooh swing.  The unwrapped gifts were outlet covers, an Eddie Bauer shopping cart cover, and a night and day bottle warmer.  Since I had been talking to my co-worker, Tamera, earlier in the day about my love for the Chocolate Devotion ice cream from ColdStone and Brandon liking the Founder’s Favorite, she had both flavors as my desserts during the shower.  I had everyone at IBM loving this ice cream.  And the gifts that were won during the Price Is Right game were giftcards to ColdStone Creamery.  I suggested that the winners taste each flavor before deciding on just one.  That place is addictive.

Starting during the week of VBS on that Tuesday night (June 17), something came over me when encountered by some of the brothers and sisters at my church.  Every time I was touched or hugged or rubbed, it made me feel dirty and like I wanted to throw up.  I was so ready to leave there.  I wanted to get a bath and be left alone.  It seems like I was under attack by every one there or like I was standing at the front of a receiving line for people to come by and touch whatever they wanted to – my belly, my back, my arms, whatever.  I was losing my mind.  I told Brandon about it on our way home and requested advice on how to handle it.  That night after Brandon and I talked, I called my minister.  He suggested that I put in a prayer request that no one touch me until I get through this phase of irritability, so I did.  On Wednesday night, my prayer request was read asking everyone to keep their hands and lips off of me.  For the most part, everyone kept their hands off of me.  A few jokes were said, but I came home feeling clean and healthy.  I put the same request in on Sunday morning during the 8 am service. When it was read, the congregation burst out laughing.  I was looking around like “what”.  I heard several loud AMENS from sisters who told me that they felt the same way when they were pregnant.  I even got approached by a sister who has never been pregnant and she said she feels the same way now – not wanting people to be touching and kissing her.  The only problem with my prayer request is that the people who normally attend 10:30 am service didn’t get a chance to hear it so I ended up getting touched by two of them.  One of them grabbed me as I was leaving the sanctuary and hugged and kissed me.  Then another one thought that the prayer request wasn’t for her so he grabbed and hugged and kissed all over me.  I had to tell her that she was sinning by going against my request.  Once she realized that the request wasn’t exclusive of anyone, she apologized several times.  After services, I heard from several people that this was only a request that I would put in – it’s a Yavetta prayer.  I don’t know how to take that, but I’m glad my point was delivered to those who needed to hear it.

Keep this info in the back of your mind.  I made some decaf sweet tea last week. It tasted good to me, so I made some more on last Friday.  Well, Tricia and Anthony came over to give some decorating tips for the house.  I offered them some of my tea.  Both of them tasted it and said it tasted like pure syrup, and that they had never had anything so sweet in their lives.  I had to pour out half a glass of the tea and add water to it.  The color of the tea faded to almost look like dirty water.  I thought it was perfect.  It didn't taste like syrup to me.  Again, remember my taste buds may be jacked up again. 

Ok, let me tell you what happened yesterday.  I was heading to work and decided to eat a bowl of cereal on my drive in.  I put 2 spoonfuls of sugar on my cereal (Cheerios) and headed in.  Well, after eating like 1 maybe 3 spoonfuls of cereal, I started thinking that they were too sweet to eat.  I finished the bowl right after the I-85/I-40 split and my stomach was hurting.  It was hurting like I ate a bowl full of candy.  It finally settled down after I got to work.  My mind kept retracing my steps trying to figure out if I had already put 2 spoons of sugar in my cereal and then came back and put 2 more in there.  I just didn't understand. 

Then today, I decided to have another bowl of cereal and this time I would only put in 1 spoon of sugar.  While I was getting ready to scoop the sugar out of the sugar bowl, somehow the lid fell off and I tapped the edge of the sugar bowl on the counter and chipped a piece off.  It really broke my heart - tears welled up in my eyes - and I had to reassure myself it was alright.  I think I got so emotional because it is one of my antique pieces and I couldn't figure out if I should glue it back together or leave it chipped.  I was going to call in sick if a tear fell from my eye because that was the way my day was headed - to a truly emotional state for me.  So when I got to work, I decided to warn Bran that there may be glass on the kitchen floor so don't walk in there with his shoes off.  He started asking me what happened for me to break the bowl.  Then he asked me why I was putting sugar on Honey Nut Cheerios.  I got teary eyed all over again.  Peanut is really making me lose my mind.  I don't even pay attention to the foods I eat anymore.