A Title Eludes Me

Perhaps because this will be a mish-mash of what is going on over here lately. Feel free to skip this one as I ramble.

JJ starts school on the 23rd. His new school. Catholic school. Yes, we did pray that he would get in and after meeting with the principal, a lovely Irish nun, who reminds me so much of my grandma, we were sure this was the place for him and our family. I have been nothing but happy with what has been going on so far. They assign all new families to the school a "mentor" family to help them along and answer any questions we may have. We were picked by a family that we have had a bit of contact with (JJ & her daughter went to daycare together when JJ was a tiny baby) but she is sweet as pie and we chatted on the phone for a while. She is due with baby #3 any day now. It was so hard for me not to say "Me too!!!", but I kept my secret. We will be deeply involved in the school during this coming year and I look forward to meeting new families and making new friends. I don't look forward to eating beans and rice for the next year, since with tuition and all, that seems to be all we will be able to afford.

Moving forward, I am a bit peeved at my OBGYN office. I really like her. My birth experience with her was fantastic. But I HATE her secretary. She is a blundering idiot. For instance, I do recall walking into her office for a routine checkup while preggo with The Shadow and she was on the phone to my home, my home that is at least 45 minutes from the Dr office, to tell me that the Dr was away for an emergency and she needed to reschedule me. HELLO, idiot. I was standing right in front of her. I ended up seeing another Dr, but she does stupid shit like that all the time. When I found out we were expecting #2, I called to schedule an appointment and she acted like I was an idiot to call her so soon. Yes, I did barley test, but I wanted in and I know she is popular. I got a tongue lashing about how they don't even see expectant moms until at least 8-10 weeks in. Fine, I thought, then schedule me a damn appointment for then, and she did. This time, since I am NOT a new patient, I called at around 8 weeks. I got scolded for not calling sooner since "They are so busy". WTF, lady? Make up your damn mind. She said she would have to "Search for an appt and would call me back." I gave her my work number and told her to call me there. A WEEK later, I get a call AT HOME, that she has an appt. for me. For August 17th. I will be darn near out of my first trimester by then. I guess that is fine, being that my pregnancies are rather boring anyway. Come in, pee in a cup, step on the scale, check your blood pressure, have a nice day. No complications (knock on wood), noting extraordianry. I'm wondering if I should just tell her to beat it and find someone new?

I really think I could go the midwife route now. If it were up to me, I would birth at home in a tub, but my Catholic-Portuguese-Worrywart husband would have none of that. I think if I mentioned it he would have an aneurysm. Thing is, I HATED the hospital I birthed #2 at. I HATED it. The post-partum ward is like a freaking dungeon and they make you share ugly, tiny rooms with a tinier curtain inbetween, usually with someone who seems to have 15 other freaking kids who want to come and see them at all hours. It's maddening. I would give anything for a birth center that I could pop this kid out in and then be on my merry way. Nothing would make me happier. I thought about telling them I wanted to birth and then go home, but someone told me that the only way you can do that is to sign out AMA (against medical advice) and then your insurance will reject your claim. Freaking lovely. I feel like I am stuck between a rock and a hard place here.

There is one other hospital in a closer town, but the OB's there suck the big one. That is where I had JJ and it was the worst birth experience. The Dr was a total prick and unfortunately, he is one of only 4 who practice there, so the odds of getting him again are quite high. I think DH would kick his ass if he saw him anywhere near me after the way he treated me last time. But the nurses and the PP rooms are awesome! I would love to be in that hospital with my Dr. Why does this have to be so damn hard?

The Shadow is growing like a weed, talking like a champ, and has just been so much fun lately. He is due for another haircut, as his gorgeous curls are returning and Daddy doesn't like it. We have had a few sleep issues, but we are making progress. JJ has grown up so much this summer. He really is maturing and I am in awe with how he is changing before my eyes.

That's about it. Thanks for letting me ramble.