I hate days where it just seems like nothing was meant to go your way. First thing this morning i got snapped at and then laughed at by people at the doctors office. I needed to know if I could eat before my appointment because everything I've read says that they do your glucose screening when you haven't eaten in a few hours. Well, apparently the doctors office is not open at 8:30 a.m. and if you call then, it goes to the doctor on call. She snapped at me and told me I needed to wait and ask the people in the office...when they open...after 9:15. Well EXCUSE ME. I wasn't aware that the rest of the world doesn't start their day until after 9 a.m. So I waited and called back around 10:30 (I didn't want to risk getting the cranky lady again) and the receptionist says, "Um...yeah, I mean, you can eat. I wouldn't eat like a whole box of doughnuts or anything, but you know..." And yes, she was laughing as she said it, like it was a ridiculous question. So after all of that, I stayed at work for a few hours where I also picked up my paycheck, since I won't be there tomorrow because of jury duty. Well the bank refused to cash it until after 2 o'clock because it was dated for tomorrow. That completely threw me off because I had a few things I needed to go shopping for and I wanted to get it all done before my doctors apt. at 3:30. So, instead, I went and grabbed a Chick-fil-A sandwich and headed to Target to finish our baby registry. I was there until about 1 o'clock and still needed to kill some time so I went and picked up a really neat book at Borders called How to Baby proof your Marriage. I just started reading it at the doctors office, but I would already recommend it to anyone who is even thinking about having kids. I then went and cashed my check and went back to target to try and find a specific pair of maternity pant, but they were not there. So, I headed to Motherhood Maternity in the mall to try and find a pair and the sales lady really irritated me! She kept trying to sell me all of these totally ridiculous things, and all I wanted was one stupid pair of pants! Well, I did get a pair of pants, and a gray knit dress off of the clearance rack, but by the time I left the store, it was 3:15. So I went on to my doctors office. I signed in, and I waited. the waiting really didn't bother me because even though I waited for about an hour to see the doctor, it was still much less waiting time than at my last doctor. I went back, got weighed, had my blood pressure taken, and went on back to the exam room. Less than 5 minutes later, the doc and his assistant came in and we did the usual Doppler heartbeat thingy and all is well there. He measured my belly and I got a new Rx for my thyroid medicine and that was about it. No exam . Not that I'm complaining, really, just odd. Then he hands me a piece of paper and tells me to go get my glucose screening done. I'm like...go? Go where? Aren't you supposed to be doing that? Well, I remembered talking to my sister a while back (she goes to the same doctor) and remembered that she had to go to a lab to have her blood work done. I left the doctors office and went right to the lab, since it is really close to the doctor's office (almost across the street). I went in the lab and the woman behind the glass asks me what I'm there for so I hand her the paper from the doctor. She says to me, "You can't get this done today because it is right at 5 o'clock. This test takes an hour so you have to come back tomorrow". I am SO IRRITATED!!!! I went out in the parking lot and called Mark and sat there, in my car, talking on my cell phone and crying. I know I'm hormonal, and I was really hungry, and cranky, but this was just the last straw! I have been really stressed about this test because everyone keeps telling me how terrible it is and how pretty much everyone throws up the syrup they make you drink. That was why I didn't eat anything else after the chicken sandwich. I figured maybe I was less likely to get sick if I had less in my stomach. So now, I have to take more time off of work next week. That is 2 days last week I missed, as well as 2 days of work I am missing this week. I don't really mind missing the work, but we're trying to save money because my maternity leave isn't going to be paid. That and I really feel like this missed work is going to make me look bad, you know? Things are so frustrating when they don't go the way I want them to!!!! I'm going to bed now. Enough of this bad day.