To start off, I have to say that I have never disliked someone so much in my entire life. My doctor…I cramp up just thinking about her.

First…out of the 3 times that I’ve had to go to L&D, she didn’t show up or answer her phone once. When my husband asked if she was going to be there for the delivery, she said,

If I’m on call that day then I will be there. If I’m not one of the other doctor’s on call at the hospital will be there.

Second…she put me on bedrest “until further notice”. Well unfortunately my job and insurance company will not accept that answer. So they faxed her paperwork last Monday for her to fill out so they can extend my leave until at the first week in January. I spent hours trying to call her office only to get a busy signal. So I called Aetna to see if she had faxed the paperwork back, and guess what? SHE DIDN’T! Why am I not surprised?

So I try calling again, and when I did get through she’s not in. I asked the head nurse or assistant or whatever she is about the paperwork and she tells me that the doctor doesn’t fill out paperwork right away. That it usually takes about a week. Uhm…it has been a week. I think I can count how many days are in a week pretty well. Then she said that it may be another seven days, as if I have seven days. My leave (without the doctor’s paperwork) expires on the 20th, which means I’ll have to be to work on the 21st. The insurance company wants the paperwork by Friday.

So here I am stressing about all of this. It’s giving me cramps and severe back pain and I’m really trying my hardest to calm down. Friday is four days away. I can’t even sit in a car for more than 10 minutes. I can’t function properly on the medication for contractions, which she advised me to take around the clock, which I can’t do if I’m working. The least little bit of stress makes my entire stomach cramp and contract. And my doctor isn’t even concerned enough to fill out one paper…

*SIGH* But anyway. Good news:
- My job is direct depositing the money that was missing from my paycheck tomorrow.
- Juicy Couture is replacing my bracelet.
- My baby shower was a blast.

I’m going to try to calm down now.

Ugh..it’s been the worst week. I spent the majority of it being sick. I finally gave in yesterday and took a Phenergan, and I feel a million times better. Just have to find my appetite again.

What’s been going on since last Friday? I had a doctor’s appointment on Wednesday. She was concerned about me losing the mucus plug, so I’m on Terbutaline until 35 weeks. This stuff makes you so loopy. It’s horrible.

I’ve been having the usual third trimester symptoms: restless nights, extremely frequent urination..I’m telling you. I’m about ready to make the bathroom my new home.

Other than that, my job shorted me 14.5 hours so I’m trying to get that straightened out. My baby shower is tomorrow as well, so I should be back with lots of pictures. I’m going to try reading some blogs today. Until then, I’ll be waiting for Quiznos to deliver my order.

- I’ve been to Labor & Delivery twice in a week. Last night = the worst contractions EVER.

- Ice is the most amazing creation ever.

- We still haven’t put up a Christmas tree…or the crib. One day…one day.

- Bedrest blows.

- We got the maternity pics back today, but Hubby forgot the CD so he had to go back.

Oh the excitement. Anything interesting happen to you today?

I made it this far and I hope to keep going. 31 weeks today and counting.

The bedrest has been going well for the most part. I feel so lazy not doing anything all day. I get the worst leg cramps in the morning. Little J really has a regular sleep pattern, now. I still have contractions sometimes but they’ve slowed down a lot since I don’t have the stress from the job.

I really hate not being about to roam around town, but I really love still having money left from my paycheck. Being on bedrest has made me realize that I eat out entirely too much. I’m talking breakfast, lunch, and maybe dinner too…not including trips to get a frozen mocha from the coffee shop by the water.

I’m really tempted to leave the house, but I’d be dead meat if I did.