It's Monday...

Well, after I blogged on Friday, things just went from bad to worse. For starters, I had emailed a complaint to the post office about my mirror being crashed off because the mailbox in question is sticking out in the road. So, the supervisor left me a message at home and I called back, and of course she was gone for the day, so I had to talk to some other lady there. And I informed her that my replacement mirror was going to cost me $212 and she says to me that is between me and the customer, and I told her no ma'am, technically, YOU are responsible because its the job of your carrier to make sure that mail receptacles are where they are supposed to be, you have regulations for that. And this mail receptacle is obviously beyond the regulation. So, she takes down the EXACT location of the mail box the is in offense of my truck and hung up with me. Of course, I was still a little hurt and angry at Jeremy. I started talking to my co-worker about re-vamping some procedures in our office when I looked down and see my left foot is 3 times the size of my right foot. So, I show Debbie. She tells me to put my foot up on the desk immediately. After a few minutes of contemplation I decide to put a call in to my doctor, because I havent had any swelling this entire pregnancy. After a few minutes on hold, I am told to get my butt to Labor and Delivery. No questions asked, just go to Labor and Delivery. So, I call Jeremy and tell him, and of course, I have no idea what could be wrong to tell him, all I know, is go to Labor and Delivery. Karen drives me there, and I get there, and of course, I get the third degree by the wench at the front desk. Shes like Did you come through the ER? I said no, I came here as Dr. Curtis instructed me to do. HER: Oh, well, usually they want you to go through the ER unless you are in active labor. ME: Oh? Not me. I was told to get my ass here and thats what I did. The other woman gets me a temporary bracelet (Thank God I pre-registered!) and they walk me to Labor and Delivery Triage Room #8. I change into the gown, and refrain from peeing because I wasnt sure if they would need a urineanalysis. The bathroom was untouched, its important that you know this. So, I lay down in the skimpy gown, feeling really embarrassed that I am in there over a swollen foot. The nurse comes in and gets all my symptoms and things down, and then she hooks me up to the monitors by velcroing them to my belly. Well, Lucas' heart rate was at 192, then it would flucuate to 139 and it went on like this for a good 20 minutes before he settle down. She took my blood pressure and it was fine, perfect actually. And she checked my foot. Here comes the 20 questions: Did you fall? No. Did you twist your ankle? No. Did you step funny? No. Did you bang it on something? No. So, she says bizzare and leaves. She comes back a few minutes later with ice water and tells me to drink it. No problem. 20 minutes later, I really have to pee and Lucas is banging his head on the top monitor because it was a little tight, so it looked like I was having contractions. The people in the room next to us had a cellphone going off every 2 seconds, and it really pissed me off. You mean to tell me that that cellphone won't cause any interference with my monitors when the sign on the wall clearly says it will?? I was about to go crawl that woman's ass. So, I push the orange button and the nurse comes back and unhooks me, and Jeremy helps me to the bathroom. I get in there, and the room next to me with the cellphone law breaker left the bathroom door open on their side. So, I slammed that door as hard as I could. How rude! Then I look, and there is pee all over the toilet. All over the toilet. Try as hard as I might, I have never been able to pee all over the toilet seat. So, I start fussing LOUDLY about the pee on the seat. How rude, again. There is a certain class of people, and they shouldnt be allowed to make our experiences worse. Just so its on the record, I left the door locked on her side. Oops....
Anyways, I get out of the bathroom and there is a wheel chair waiting for me. They want to take me to ultrasound to make sure I dont have a bloodclot in my leg. Okay, now I am freaking...it turns out I dont have a blood clot, and they arent sure why my foot swelled, but the baby calmed down and they finally sent me home. April 21st is definitely my last day of work. So, I am on light duty at home, my feet up as much as possible throughout the day, and hope for the best.
Jeremy and I worked out our issues, I guess. There really isnt a lot of middle ground to compromise on, so, we just have to keep trying to work through it.
Until then...I am washing newborn clothes so that I am prepared for him when it really is time to go!