back to the doc (and more key problems)

yesterday was a fun day. wicked fun. i had my 2nd appointment of the week down in boston to check in on the blood pressure and get an ultrasound to see how huge roo is. we planned for me to drive to framingham, catch the commuter rail, and meet jeremy at south station in boston to head to the hospital together. good plan in theory, except that 1) framingham sucks; 2) i absolutely hate traveling alone in unfamiliar territory; 3) framingham really sucks. i left my parents' house a little after 10 a.m. which should have been plenty of time to get to framingham to catch the 12:15 train into boston. with the help of the trusty tom-tom (god i love that thing!) i easily found the train station in framingham, arriving there right at noon. (do not ever attempt to find that train station without a gps or really solid directions. you will fail.) so i got there in plenty of time except that there was absolutely nowhere to park. the lot at the station (all of like 60 spots) was long since filled with commuters. street parking was not allowed anywhere and all the other lots required a permit. after driving up and down the street several times hoping for some magic answer, i decided to choose the seemingly most-legal place to park - on the street in front of a church several blocks away from the station. would god really let them tow the car of an 8-month pregnant lady? i hoped not. i hoofed it up to the station all the while thinking about how much i hoped it would be light outside when i got back because framingham is not a nice place, especially around the train station. i got to the station and found a train sitting there. but there was no indication whatsoever that this was my train. no signs, no people, no ticket booth, nothing. just a train sitting there. it was like a freaking ghost town. i walked the length of the platform twice hoping for some sort of something to let me know that i should get on this train, all the while cursing jeremy for making his pregnant wife with high blood pressure endure such unnecessary stress :) well i got my sign. at 12:15 on the dot it left. without me on it. the next train wasn't until 2 and wouldn't get me to boston in time for my appointment. my now too-frequent tears starting falling. i called jeremy to yell at him because it's obviously all his fault ;) and then hung up on him because i was so mad :) once i settled down, i re-programmed the tom-tom to take me into boston, directly to the hospital. i was certain that this was a terrible, terrible idea given my aforementioned hatred of traveling when i don't know where i am. throw in crazy boston drivers and i assumed i was just doomed. amazingly i made it there in no time, without any issues. jeremy hopped in the car at the entrance to the parking garage. i decided to forgive him since it all worked out ok :) we parked right there at the hospital figuring it would cost at least $30, but we didn't really care at that point. we had some time to kill so we grabbed some lunch at the nearby bagel place and sat there until it was time for my appointment. i checked in for my appointment and was informed we'd start with the ultrasound and then see the doctor - a different one today, because monday's doctor does not work on thursdays. the ultrasound nurse was very nice but used an exceptional amount of that goo they put all over your belly. i was soaked and so were my clothes! she kept saying how she couldn't really see anything because ultrasounds are pretty useless at this stage of pregnancy because of how little space the little buggers have in there (so why are we doing one??? i'll never understand.) we couldn't see much of anything, but we did see a couple of random fingers and part of roo's face. we couldn't see the whole face because roo insisted on keeping its hands in front of its face the entire time. everything else just kinda looked like pictures of the surface of the moon. as far as they could tell though, everything looked normal. on the way in to the doctor part of the visit, we ran in to the nurse who said that they still haven't received my records. seriously - what is the hold up??? all the records at the old doctor's office were digital - they carry laptops from room to room and it all goes directly into the system. how hard is it to hit print, and then fax them???? sigh. need to harass them today. we got the scary consent forms that i need to sign for labor and delivery, as well as the roughly 8-page massachusetts state birth certificate request form to fill out. as usual, stepped on the scale, peed in a cup, and had my blood pressure taken. my bp was much much better (phew - i was worried based on the framingham start of my day!) but there was protein in my pee (not good - potential sign of preeclampsia.) as a result i need to pee in a jug for 24 straight hours (and keep it refrigerated - ewww) and then bring my wonderful collection back to my appointment on monday. i'm sure people on the train in will think i'm thoroughly sane, carrying a big jug of my own pee :) if they confirm preeclampsia, roo will have to come out in 2 weeks (eeek - 2 weeks - so not ready!) otherwise, they'll just monitor my bp and let me go as long as possible. so i get to go in weekly from here on out. oh - and i'm still hurting in the vitamin b12 department, so i now have to get a monthly shot of b12 straight to the ass. loads of fun. mass ob/gyns are just overflowing with good news for me :) fortunately, despite all this, i actually feel just fine - pretty comfortable actually considering the size of my feet and how damn pregnant i am! to avoid another episode of tears, jeremy decided to drive me out of boston. (good husband!) the plan was to drive in to the train station in worcester, about halfway between boston and my parents' house. i would drive myself home from there and jeremy would catch a train back to boston. despite leaving boston at 4:45 we got out of the city rather easily and got to worcester without a problem. jeremy hopped out and i got on the road back to westfield. made it home with no problems, pulled into the driveway, reached for the keys to shut my car off, and realized... CRAP. they were jeremy's keys. the ones he needed to pick up his own car at the train station in boston. i quickly called him and before i could even tell him our newest issue, it dawned on him too. he got off the train at the next stop so we could formulate a plan. seriously - how did we ever exist without cell phones???? after researching various train and t schedules, we decided that the best plan was for him to hop on the train back to worcester and i would drive back, pick him up, and bring him back to my parents' house for the night. and of course then bring him back to the worcester train station first thing in the morning so he could get to his 9 a.m. meeting in boston. fortunately, everything went smoothly from there and as of 8 a.m. this morning, we're all back where we're supposed to be :) crazy. absolutely crazy.