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M and I took today off work in order to get some real-life workday baby stuff done. Namely, I had a doctor appointment (34 weeks tomorrow, btw) and then we had plans to visit some daycares, and then my parents were coming by on their way back from a funeral in the more-western part of the state. I wanted to go to this funeral, but it was three hours from here and I had things scheduled... but mainly, I just didn't want to be three hours away from the hospital at this point. I might go to visit family one more time (two hours) before the baby is born but that's about my limit, I think. The funeral was for a man who used to work with my dad when we lived away. That sounds inadequate as a description--we traveled around together with a group of people for all those years, and we were always away from our family/friends so we spent a lot of time together. I was a construction brat as opposed to a military brat. :)
Doctor
We met a new doctor today, and we now only have one more to go and then we'll have met them all. He was totally unconcerned with the anemia topic. As a matter of fact, he was not terribly concerned with anything other than how very Swedish M is. Kidding. Sorta. He really was interested--the first thing he asked about when he walked in was the name and where we were from. He was thinking of Magnus Samuelson, the guy who won the world's strongest man competition a few times. He did do the doctor thing appropriately as well, though. Anyway, he basically said that different doctors interpret the numbers differently, and he wouldn't have said anything much about my results, so it's not dangerously low or anything. Heartbeat was good, and he poked at my swollen legs and told me to lay off the bad carbs and drink plenty of water. There was also a trace of protein in the urine, so here's hoping that was a fluke. Didn't you want to read all about my urine? They measured my belly and it was right on target. Most astonishingly of all, we were out of there in half an hour, total, including waiting times. That has basically never happened.
Daycare
Since we got out of the doctor so early, we went to Choice B daycare first, and had a look around. I don't mean to imply that it was BAD, but there were a few things about it that we didn't care for. First of all, it was complete chaos. I have honestly never been in a daycare in my life until this morning, but the impression we got was that the building was too small for that many kids. It seemed kind of like a people factory--somewhat impersonal and a bit junky. The biggest complaint we had was that the front doors were open. We walked right in, and there were kids in there. It was pretty close to the road--what's going to stop a kid from running outside, or a stranger from coming in to snatch a baby? We left there and went to lunch, and afterwards, we headed over to Choice A daycare, which is the one just by our house. We arrived during naptime, and the infant teacher took us around the whole place and explained more things than we had any idea we should know about. The woman can talk, let's just say that. The experience was extremely positive. First of all, they keep their doors locked pretty much all day, and you have to talk to an intercom to get in. I liked that a lot. There are only five babies at a time there, and forty kids in total. They've never had anyone ask about cloth diapers, but the teacher just said, "hey, I'll give it a try if you want and we'll see how it goes." We left and returned home to get ready for our next errand (shopping) and decided to go ahead and reserve our slot, since three of five slots were already filled for this fall. The deposit was just $25. I figure that is extremely reasonable. If, for some reason, we decide not to go there (can't really imagine us choosing anywhere else since this one turned out to be so positive) ... that's not much money to lose.. but daycares with infant slots are a bit of a rarity. Anyway, we stopped back in to hand over our money fifteen minutes later, and the director had already heard all about our conversation, and she brought up the cloth diapers again. She basically said the same thing, but added that she did need to check with the state daycare regulation thingie to make sure that there were no restrictions on doing it. That is perfectly fine--I mean, I want them to adhere to state regulations! Also, I don't think there will be a problem... that helps. So, we have a daycare, and they were excited about us coming there--I think it helps that we bought the parsonage. (This also means that we already paid the equivalent of our weekly fee eleven hundred times or something to the church already--or twenty years of daycare services. Cripes, that's a lot of money.) And we were invited to church. ;)
Dinner
Then my parents came down, and I backed out on cooking dinner (which is why we had gone shopping) and we went out for Mexican. (Bearno's-equivalent.) I hate picking the restaurant because no matter what, someone isn't happy and then I feel guilty. My mom is really picky about certain things. They always make me choose, though, and will never give me anything at all.. even stuff like "not fast food" or "cheap". For once, both of my parents really enjoyed their meal, though, and my mom suggested that it was actually better than our gold-star standard of Mexican food in our hometown. Wow! Or, maybe she was just humoring me because I am hugely pregnant and sick and miserable. It was really good, though. And for once, I didn't have to feel bad about choosing the restaurant poorly.
Doctor
We met a new doctor today, and we now only have one more to go and then we'll have met them all. He was totally unconcerned with the anemia topic. As a matter of fact, he was not terribly concerned with anything other than how very Swedish M is. Kidding. Sorta. He really was interested--the first thing he asked about when he walked in was the name and where we were from. He was thinking of Magnus Samuelson, the guy who won the world's strongest man competition a few times. He did do the doctor thing appropriately as well, though. Anyway, he basically said that different doctors interpret the numbers differently, and he wouldn't have said anything much about my results, so it's not dangerously low or anything. Heartbeat was good, and he poked at my swollen legs and told me to lay off the bad carbs and drink plenty of water. There was also a trace of protein in the urine, so here's hoping that was a fluke. Didn't you want to read all about my urine? They measured my belly and it was right on target. Most astonishingly of all, we were out of there in half an hour, total, including waiting times. That has basically never happened.
Daycare
Since we got out of the doctor so early, we went to Choice B daycare first, and had a look around. I don't mean to imply that it was BAD, but there were a few things about it that we didn't care for. First of all, it was complete chaos. I have honestly never been in a daycare in my life until this morning, but the impression we got was that the building was too small for that many kids. It seemed kind of like a people factory--somewhat impersonal and a bit junky. The biggest complaint we had was that the front doors were open. We walked right in, and there were kids in there. It was pretty close to the road--what's going to stop a kid from running outside, or a stranger from coming in to snatch a baby? We left there and went to lunch, and afterwards, we headed over to Choice A daycare, which is the one just by our house. We arrived during naptime, and the infant teacher took us around the whole place and explained more things than we had any idea we should know about. The woman can talk, let's just say that. The experience was extremely positive. First of all, they keep their doors locked pretty much all day, and you have to talk to an intercom to get in. I liked that a lot. There are only five babies at a time there, and forty kids in total. They've never had anyone ask about cloth diapers, but the teacher just said, "hey, I'll give it a try if you want and we'll see how it goes." We left and returned home to get ready for our next errand (shopping) and decided to go ahead and reserve our slot, since three of five slots were already filled for this fall. The deposit was just $25. I figure that is extremely reasonable. If, for some reason, we decide not to go there (can't really imagine us choosing anywhere else since this one turned out to be so positive) ... that's not much money to lose.. but daycares with infant slots are a bit of a rarity. Anyway, we stopped back in to hand over our money fifteen minutes later, and the director had already heard all about our conversation, and she brought up the cloth diapers again. She basically said the same thing, but added that she did need to check with the state daycare regulation thingie to make sure that there were no restrictions on doing it. That is perfectly fine--I mean, I want them to adhere to state regulations! Also, I don't think there will be a problem... that helps. So, we have a daycare, and they were excited about us coming there--I think it helps that we bought the parsonage. (This also means that we already paid the equivalent of our weekly fee eleven hundred times or something to the church already--or twenty years of daycare services. Cripes, that's a lot of money.) And we were invited to church. ;)
Dinner
Then my parents came down, and I backed out on cooking dinner (which is why we had gone shopping) and we went out for Mexican. (Bearno's-equivalent.) I hate picking the restaurant because no matter what, someone isn't happy and then I feel guilty. My mom is really picky about certain things. They always make me choose, though, and will never give me anything at all.. even stuff like "not fast food" or "cheap". For once, both of my parents really enjoyed their meal, though, and my mom suggested that it was actually better than our gold-star standard of Mexican food in our hometown. Wow! Or, maybe she was just humoring me because I am hugely pregnant and sick and miserable. It was really good, though. And for once, I didn't have to feel bad about choosing the restaurant poorly.
