We had an appointment today. You know, just the regular kind: take some blood, do an ultrasound and whatever. I maintain that Dr. Babyplease is the cutest person on the entire planet. She’s pocket sized, ridiculously smiley and has just a hint of accent when she speaks. Every time she leaves the room I exclaim OH MY GOSH SHE IS SO CUTE and Joey looks uncomfortable, like he’s not sure if he’s supposed to agree or disagree or just keep his mouth shut.
Usually he says “maarrruuuurrrrrph”, which I conveniently interpret however I want to.
Today, though, I sneaked my camera in. I told Joey I was going to take pictures of everything and he looked at me like I was the biggest wierdo on the planet. But let me just tell you, it isn’t half as bad as what he did this morning on the way TO the hospital. He found a really big stick laying on the ground and he picked it up and was all, check out what I’m going to do it will be so cool.
I looked at him really, really hesitantly. Whatever he could possibly think to do with a large stick in the middle of town at 7:45 on a Tuesday morning could not be all that cool.
Then, he did it.
He hiked his arm back and I could see that he was going to THROW THE STICK. I started to yell “stop stop stop stop!” but by that time it was too late, he had already released the stick from his hand. And don’t you know it, the stick when slamming into one of our neighbors apartment windows. And I when I said “slam” I really meant SLAM, because it hit once and then hit again when it did this bouncing rotation thing.
I believe the phrase “holy cow what were you thinking?” burst out of my mouth as I grabbed his arm and yanked him down the sidewalk and to the car.
The part that was supposed to be so cool was the part where the stick was supposed to go on the roof of the building, not loudly slam into our neighbor’s window.
All this to say, I was not afraid to embarrass him at all by taking pictures of where we go when we go to the doctor. And I even decided to make him take some of them.
First we walk up to this awning, and it’s really ugly and boring.
Then we walk past the ARTS department which, up until about a year ago I thought was really shady and creepy. Well, let’s face it, that place is still really shady and creepy. But I’m willing to get past it for now. They’ll be freezing our children.
On the third floor is my doctor’s office where once you walk inside there is a ginormous baby on the wall. It is freakishly large. The first time I saw it, it wigged me out a little bit but now I’m getting used to its massive size.
Once you leave the doctor’s office, you can look up to the balcony above and, yay happy funtimes!, see the lobby where poor Joey waited for me to get out of surgery. And just past the plant is the room I stayed in. Par-tay.
And that, in a nutshell, is a tour of the Margot Perot center. Well, I could have taken a picture of the huge fish tank by the gift shop and that would have been cooler, but I wasn’t feeling brave enough to bust out the camera right there, and I didn’t feel like making Joey do it either. (He was a serious wimp when it came to getting the ARTS department picture. He made me stand in the way and block the camera from view by other people.)
Today’s bloodwork will determine if I start injections on Saturday, or if I need to do birth control for another week. Personally, I’m rooting for Saturday. Let’s get this over with!
And the box of tricks just arrived via FedEx. It weighs 6.5 lbs and REQUIRES REFRIGERATION.
