I had some problems yesterday and ended up in Labor and Delivery for several hours. At first they wanted to keep me overnight for observation but I was eventually discharged and told to go home and rest. So naturally, we headed straight for the all-you-can-eat soup, salad, and bread sticks at Olive Garden since Jake and I were both starving. Then, we went home and I did my best to relax. Which, honestly, is not possible with a two-year-old running around.
This morning, still exhausted, I returned to my doctor for a follow-up appointment. I was supposed to be there at 10:30 but due to a transportation issue (apparently the campus busing service wasn't stopping at my stop today) I didn't make it in until closer to 11:00. But, whatever. Yesterday I was given a shot of steroids, which will begin to help develop baby's lungs in case we deliver early and today I was to receive my second round. Apparently the shot was ordered at 10:00 this morning so it would be waiting for me when I got there. It wasn't. In fact, it didn't show up until 1:30. Oh my goodness. Do you know how long of a wait that was?! And guess what else.... I'm not even sure that I actually got any of the medicine since most of it dripped down my arm. ARGH!
So now I'm hot, tired, hungry, annoyed, behind in work, and very very grouchy. And to top off my cherry of a week (and let me tell you, it has certainly been a cherry of a week), my doctors are at odds about when my due date should be. My co-workers have asked me how I'm doing and really, I just want to cry. Does that make sense to anyone? I really think that if I could just cry I would feel better. I tried closing my office door so I could let the tears come out but two people stopped by to ask if I was okay and kind of ruined the moment. I know they meant well though.
I feel like such a basket case.... a very tired basket case.