I survived--do I get a Tshirt?

Today I had my second pregancy checkup, finally, after they rescheduled me twice. But this second time they didn't give me my doctor, they gave me a different doctor. I didn't like it, but oh well, that's a big healthcare provider for you.

So I show up and sit down then see the most frightening sight of the morning: the name DAVID on the wall in between the "Dr." and "Meiman" I had been scheduled to meet. AAAHH. A male Gyno!! My heart began racing and my blood pressure shot up. Should I reschedule yet again?? But I've already done it twice and I should've had this appt already! So I began trying to coax myself to go along with it. It's alright, plenty of women have male gyno's. They even PREFER to have a man, right? So I can do this. *stomach turns*

In the end I decided to suck it up and not cry. But, thank you Lord, as I sat down on the butcher paper, the nurse told me that this exam would only be external and that the doctor would only be checking my tummy. *first genuine smile of the morning* And you're thinking, that's anticlimactic Jenn. And I'm thinking, yeah, well it wasn't you.

Then I got in an elevator someone had previously lost their breakfast in, and nearly lost mine. I was distracted for a moment by the blood drawing event on the second floor (I let them stab me again but actually the nurse was awesome and it was over lightning--I mean LIGHTNING--quick. I wrote her an official praise comment card so her super knew) and then passed by that wretched (no pun intended) elevator and proceeded to ward of nausea for the next hour. Yes, even out the building, in the car, at home in my room, far from the smell, it was trying to take me. It was really touch and go for a bit, but finally I won.

So, Kaiser 0, Jenn 2. Yea!

...Okay, I'll give Kaiser one for the rad nurse who drew my blood.

Even heroes have their moments

Across the street our neighborhood heroes, the Glendale firemen, are playing basketball. They are really into their game (as they often are at random times of day) and my life is often interrupted by their unusually loud echoing WOO! WOOO! AW YEAH! YEAH! *CLAPPING*

Rather than feeling annoyed, I've decided to act as though they are cheering me on. YEAH send that email AW YEAH put that spaghetti dish into the dishwasher YEAH clean that cat box!
It's great to have fans in the neighborhood.