I was getting Noah ready to head out the door shortly after lunch (no small feat when you see the ketchup monster pictures below, trust me) when the phone rings. It's the ultrasound place, calling to remind me that Dr. Foster (the OB) wanted to schedule a kidney ultrasound. I said, yes, I know it's tomorrow at 2pm. The girl says, no it's not, it's on Friday at 2pm. I said no, I had confirmed it twice with my OB's office because as I had a little one I had to arrange to have someone meet me in order for me to take this test. ( I really wanted to add that it was a useless test the High Risk OB had ordered to rule out something I already knew I didn't have, but didn't think that I needed to take it out on this poor girl from the imagine center...) Anyway, she says she's really sorry that the OB's office miscommunicated the date to me. I told her that was all well and good, but I couldn't do Friday. She offered me tomorrow, a little bit earlier than the original appointment, and fortunately Grant's still able to meet me and watch Noah during the silly test. I thanked her (it wasn't her fault) and then told her it was a really good thing she had called because otherwise I would have shown up tomorrow at the original time and not have been happy at all if I couldn't get in. One crisis averted.
So I pack Noah up, and we head up to the pediatrician's office. I had grabbed the little card with the appointment time written on it to bring with me as I was a little surprised they had never called to confirm the time of the appointment. Usually they call a couple days before to remind me. Fortunately, not only do I actually write the times on my calendar, I always keep all the little cards and stick them on my cork board. (It's gotten very crowded as of late, let me tell you...) Anyway, we get there, I sign in, Noah's off playing. They ask me my name not once, but twice. She then says, I don't have an appointment for Noah today. Argggggg.... I pulled out my handy little card to prove to her I'm not crazy and she mumbles something about the computer not registering the appointment. I (calmly) asked her if we would have to reschedule, and after a quick conference with the nurses, they were still able to get Noah in this afternoon during the original appointment time. Thank goodness! But between that and the imaging center, I'm beginning to think that someone is out to get me. That or maybe I really am losing my mind.
So Noah is a healthy growing boy. He's currently 32 inches tall and 23 lbs 2 ounces., which puts him in the 75th percentile for his height and 30th for his weight. I mentioned his eating habits of late, and she said she wouldn't be surprised if he shoots up another inch or so here in the next few weeks. Otherwise, he looked great, no problems to report, and isn't he cute! I begged her not to say that to him because I am convinced he knows what it means. I told her about Noah and the dog ganging up on me and she just laughed. I told her it was my theory that come the next one I'm totally screwed and she just kind of smiled and nodded at me. Just the kind of reassurance I needed :-p My mom even said the same thing!
Alright, I'm feeling really exhausted and a little overwhelmed, so I'm going to cut this off for the night. I think between all of the stuff going on this week, it's really starting to catch up with me. I could really use a few hours off ;-) Alright, off to wrestle with the kid for a bit. Until tomorrow; enjoy the pictures!
Rawr, ketchup monster!
It's hard to be annoyed at the mess with that face
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