Sam is pretty with it and knowledgeable about what's going on with the pregnancy. He asks all the right questions, says the right things (most of the time), and keeps up. So I was telling him how I had to go in to the hospital on New Year's Day to get the Non-Stress Test done b/c my dr's office was closed. He said he'd go with and then asked me how much we were going to have to pay for it. I told him I wasn't sure, but my insurance has us pay 25% on lab work, but this wasn't really lab work. He then said, "Well those tests are very expensive, like $800!" I'm confused by this point because I've had about 3 or 4 of them so far and I don't think we've paid for them. So he says, "Yes, you're doing the stress test that they make the heart patients do, right? Where they put you on the treadmill and increase the speed?".
Wow. Just wow. I couldn't stop laughing. Me on a treadmill as they increase the speed.
Bless his heart.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
Maam have you been drinking?
So, last night was New Year's Eve. We rang in 2009 by staying home and Sam was asleep by 10:30. I remember lying in bed listening to the fireworks thinking that this year would be a wonderful year. I was hoping to be pregnant in 2009. Well, we are and we are very blessed.
I was hoping 2010 would be a little more lively. I know I'm on bedrest and I didn't think we'd go out or anything, but there is an annual party that some family friends throw. Carson & my parents were going so we decided to head on over. It's always a good time. I figured we'd stay for a little bit, visit with friends and that head home early. Well, Sam's been working so much for my dad lately and apparently put on his party panties when I wasn't looking. He had a little too much scotch . I was thoroughly annoyed come midnight b/c he was refilling his drink instead of kissing me. I decided I'd better take my drunker-than-Cooder-Brown husband home, especially since we had an appointment at 10 a.m. at the hospital for a stress test.
Fast forward to this morning......I wake up and start getting ready. Sam rolls out of bed looking like hell. He gets ready. At 9:45, we're off to ETMC. I don't know if it's just my super sensitive nose, but as soon as we get in the car, I can just smell the scotch seeping out of his pores. It doesn't help that everytime he talks fumes are just coming out.
We get to L&D, I'm in the bed, about to get hooked up and a nurse walks in and says to me, "Oh you smell so good". At this point I'm thinking she's being sarcastic and is about to head out and call Social Servies b/c this nine month pregnant mom has been hitting the bottle. I tell her thanks and get a little anxious. Even more paranoid when they ask Sam to help them get the blood pressure cuff cord attatched to the machine. Is this a test? Are they trying to see who smells like the devil water?
Well, they end up getting a new machine, the authorities weren't called, and all is well with Baby Brandt.
I was hoping 2010 would be a little more lively. I know I'm on bedrest and I didn't think we'd go out or anything, but there is an annual party that some family friends throw. Carson & my parents were going so we decided to head on over. It's always a good time. I figured we'd stay for a little bit, visit with friends and that head home early. Well, Sam's been working so much for my dad lately and apparently put on his party panties when I wasn't looking. He had a little too much scotch . I was thoroughly annoyed come midnight b/c he was refilling his drink instead of kissing me. I decided I'd better take my drunker-than-Cooder-Brown husband home, especially since we had an appointment at 10 a.m. at the hospital for a stress test.
Fast forward to this morning......I wake up and start getting ready. Sam rolls out of bed looking like hell. He gets ready. At 9:45, we're off to ETMC. I don't know if it's just my super sensitive nose, but as soon as we get in the car, I can just smell the scotch seeping out of his pores. It doesn't help that everytime he talks fumes are just coming out.
We get to L&D, I'm in the bed, about to get hooked up and a nurse walks in and says to me, "Oh you smell so good". At this point I'm thinking she's being sarcastic and is about to head out and call Social Servies b/c this nine month pregnant mom has been hitting the bottle. I tell her thanks and get a little anxious. Even more paranoid when they ask Sam to help them get the blood pressure cuff cord attatched to the machine. Is this a test? Are they trying to see who smells like the devil water?
Well, they end up getting a new machine, the authorities weren't called, and all is well with Baby Brandt.
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