2:15 – Tell Annalie we’re leaving for the doctor’s in one minute. Realize she hadn’t brushed her hair yet, ask her to do so. Find granola bars and stash them in bag for later.
2:18 – Leave for base hospital. Drive should take 25 minutes in normal traffic.
3:08 – After finding a parking space, putting up sunshade in futile attempt to keep interior temperature of the minivan from reaching 100F, jogging across parking lot and into hospital, and taking elevator up three floors, arrive eight minutes late for 3:00 appointment.
3:20 – Go with nurse to get weight, blood pressure, etc. Back to waiting room to read books to Annalie.
3:42 – Finally called back to see doctor. Same friendly nurse shows us to exam room and promises doctor will be there shortly. Ask if I have time to pee first, am assured that I do.
3:45 – After returning to exam room, nurse peeks her head in door, apologetically explains that the doctor wants to do a urine dip*, and asks if I have any pee left in me at all. Magical pregnancy superpower #8: always being able to pee, even if you just went three minutes ago.
*Up to this point, the doctor had never wanted to do that particular test. I’d asked at every previous visit before using the restroom. Of course this is the one visit I didn’t ask first.
3:50 – Doctor comes in, introduces himself* to me and Annalie. Measures my belly, listens to baby’s heartbeat, asks a few questions. Assures me everything looks good, says they’ll see me in four weeks.
*I had to reschedule an appointment, and my regular OB was unavailable.
4:00 – Check waiting area in pharmacy. Doesn’t look too bad. Decide to take number in order to ask question about refilling prescription. Only seven more people before number is called. Man, it’s hot in here. Air-conditioning seems to be on the fritz. Yes, Annalie, I’m hot too. Yes, I know you’re hungry. Here, have a granola bar, and hang in there. It will be our turn soon.
4:05 – Half the pharmacy windows close. Line moves much more slowly. Annalie amuses self and people sitting nearby with old cell phone that can still take photos. She takes photos of Red Cross sign, her feet, pattern on my shirt, slip of paper with number on it.
4:55 – Number finally comes up. Prescription filled quickly and with minimum fuss. Yay! Head out to minivan.
5:00 – Leave parking lot. Wonder how long it will take to drive mile to base gate at this time of day. Share second granola bar with Annalie. Drive s-l-o-w-l-y towards gate with rest of people leaving base.
5:15 – Drive out gate and onto highway.
5:30 – Find non-fast-food restaurant to eat dinner and wait out worst of rush-hour traffic. Annalie is tired and hungry and falling totally apart because she wanted fast food with a playland. And her shoes hurt. And she wants to go home so she can swim. I explain getting home right now would take at least an hour at this time of day. Might as well eat dinner first. She allows herself to be dragged into restaurant, where she loads her plate at salad bar with broccoli, peas, garbanzo beans, black olives, chopped ham, and grapes. She cheerfully devours it all, plus seconds of ham and grapes.
6:05 – Driving out of restaurant parking lot, I spot Payless Shoesource in adjacent strip mall and suggest we kill more time there. Annalie immediately agrees; she loves trying on shoes.
6:20 – Nothing we wanted to buy at shoe store, so we stroll down mall to TJ Maxx, where we find no children’s shoes but lots of cute outfits for Baby, Annalie, and Aurora. Annalie looks at toys while I narrow down pile to one clearance item each for Baby and Aurora; one clearance skirt and one clearance swimsuit* for Annalie. Before we pay, Annalie shows me a toy and asks if she can get it. I say no, not unless you get rid of five toys you already have at home. She sighs and returns toy to shelf without further argument. I make mental note to remember that comeback.
*Annalie has suddenly outgrown all her tank swimsuits from last year, even though they fit her at the beginning of summer. I think she’s grown another inch in the past month.
6:40 – One last stop at Walgreens to look for cheap flip-flops for Annalie. Instead find cheap fake Crocs. Also find candy bars on sale and pick up half-dozen, planning to eat one on drive home, save rest for later. Go stand in line at register.
6:55 – Still standing in line, which now has seven people in it. Long line for a drugstore. Someone announces cosmetics counter open, whole line shuffles over there to pay. Leave store, walking past same woman at original register, still arguing with manager.
7:00 – At last, driving home. Traffic is still heavy but moving briskly. Take slightly different route home to avoid construction delays. Spot no fewer than five vehicles driving along with left turn signals blinking steadily away despite no apparent desire to turn or merge. Wonder if it was Leave Your Left Turn Signal On Day or something.
7:25 – Arrive home. Whew.










If you only ate one of those candy bars, you have a lot more willpower than I do.
Ah urine dip. I remember having to do that for every appointment. And traffic. Yuck. We schedule our appointments based on the traffic. And what an excellent come back for the toy. I’ve been using, we’ll write it on the list for Santa. Most times Isabelle forgets by the time we get home.
haha sounds like a blogworthy day, indeed :)
It used to be a foreign concept to me to plan your day around rush hour, but now it’s something I consider almost daily.
Dude. Considering the insane energy loss that comes with pregnancy that was a marathon experience. I would have needed a nap afterwards!
I’m so excited that y’all are expecting another fabulous little Actually. Can’t wait to meet him or her!!!
Geeze girl!! Sounds crazy- yet typical. :) Glad to hear all went well with the check up!
I hate days like that. Just reading about it has left me exhausted and searching for an excuse not to load the girls into the van to head for work this morning. Glad you at least got chocolate, a healthy baby report and some deals out of it :)
Wow, I am tired just reading that!
Blimey. You know what you need to solve your traffic problems? A helicopter.
Surely Troy could sort that for you?
I thought I told you when you were moving to DC that you’d need to plan to do all your driving from 9am-2:29pm. (After 6:30pm is also OK) Now call and change your next OB visit to a time that works within those hours!
Sorry about the frustrating day :)
Believe me, I know. Having lived in Southern California for a total of five years, I am well-acquainted with scheduling my life around rush hours. I normally schedule my OB appointments in the late morning or early afternoon for that very reason. This awful appointment time happened because the only time I could get an ultrasound appointment when Troy thought he’d be able to go happened to be the same time as an OB appointment I already had scheduled. When I called to reschedule, the only times they had available for the near future were one at 3pm and one at 4pm. Ugh.
Oh my wooooooooooooooord. That would drive me MENTAL.
Glad you FINALLY got home!