An Eventful Valentines Day

Where do I start?

Yesterday morning was lovely. Courtney and I got up and while we were getting dressed and ready, Jeremy made us scrambled eggs, bacon, and milk, and set the table (which was so prettily decorated with 2 potted flower plants, and 2 hearts of chocolates for Courtney and I, and some candy hearts!). So breakfast was really nice.

My Day is Fabulous!

We had our first doctor appointment at 11:15, so we ran a couple errands in Rexburg, then headed to Idaho Falls where my doctor is. And due to the fact that we wouldn't be near a potty for a good 45 minutes, Courtney decided that once we were on the highway, THAT's when she neeeeeeded to go potty ("right NOW")! So it was a frantic rush to get somewhere with a potty. We ended up at Petco, and I rushed her back to the bathroom (keep in mind I'm nauseous as heck this whole time). Once we get back there and she sits up on the potty, oh guess what. "Huh...my peeps don't want to come out, I guess." Yah.

My Day is Still Good!

So we head on over to the doctor appointment, and the first thing they do is the UlTrAsOuNd. It was so fun to see our little jellybean floating around in there! Courtney just loved it. They decided I was only 9 weeks along instead of 10 due to something about ovulating late or some such explanation. But the ultrasound was the only good part about this doctor visit, because next came the blood drawing. (this is to be said with the 'DUN DUN DUN' atmosphere).

My Day is About to go Downhill....

Everyone who knows me well knows I DON'T LIKE NEEDLES. or veins. or blood. Or even just talking about any of those said subjects. Or thinking about it. The night before the appointment I had nightmares ALL night of gushing veins and needles and blood spatters on the walls and ceilings. I woke up in a cold sweat at 3 am and never went back to sleep. Even just the mere thought of the vein inside the crease of your elbow.. makes me want to puke. I can't look at it or talk about it.

I would rather slice my forearm open 6 inches with a steak knife than have a needle in my inside elbow vein. ((ugh...just the thought..i'm making myself sick))... A couple hours after I had Courtney, the nurse came in for a blood sample. Yes, I FREAKED out and begged and pleaded if they could take it ANYWHERE but THERE. She shrugged and said 'sure!'... popped it in my forearm, and it was over and done with. No freaking out. So I've kept myself sane this whole time thinking I'd just request the forearm thing for the appointment. So when they got ready to do it, I made my request (after letting them know about my extreme phobia of needles/veins) and for some reason they thought that was impossible.

Cue the tears. Feeling pity for me, the PA that I was seeing said she could try the vein on the side of my wrist. This is only about 2 steps down from the elbow vein on my freaking out scale, but I thought it was the better option. So we tried that. That wasn't a good idea. The vein kept rolling and she had to keep digging for it. At this point I'm BAWLING and FREAKING OUT and SHAKING so hard. Jeremy's hand was covering my eyes while I'm squeezing the life out of his other hand. And because I'm bawling, my face is all wet, my mascara is EVERYWHERE smeared all over under Jeremy's hand... I was too freaked out to notice or care, but I can't imagine it was a very pretty sight. Then I hear, "This isn't working" and I lose it. She pulls out the needle after collecting only 1 vile of blood. Now I'm hysterical that I'm going to have to get poked AGAIN to get the other 3 viles. The PA now feels terrible seeing the state I'm in and goes to get another nurse who is "the best ever" at this. So this other girl comes in and they decide the only way to finish is.... yes.... in my elbow vein.

My Day has Gone from Downhill to RockBottom with People Standing at the Top of the Hill Throwing Boulders Down on Me.

Seriously, how could this possibly get worse? I am now such a mess. And funnily enough, the room I'm in is about 3 feet from the waiting room. The waiting room full of people. And here's me just bawling my eyes out screaming "OW!! MAKE THEM STOP!!" I could only hope and pray that there would be no one out there by the time we were allowed to leave because I'm sure they all heard every word. Not to mention the conversations between all the nurses standing outside my door trying to decide what to do with me.

I won't write about the actual blood drawing in the mentioned area because I'm so lightheaded and nauseous just thinking about it. I'm sure you all can imagine how well that went. *shudders*

My day has just experienced the worse experience I've had in over 3 years.

You would think it could only get better from here, right? Well, I guess you could say it did...but it was still awful. My face is now red and splotchy with NO makeup whatsoever left... unless you count the mascara on my forehead... Needless to say I'm a disaster. I can barely breathe or even walk. I wobble out to the waiting room (which thankfully was almost empty, minus only a few staring horrified patients gawking at me). I make my appointment for next month, only agreeing to come back if it involved NO blood or needles whatsoever. They reassured me and we left.

Thankful this whole thing was over, we went to taco bell...where who do we run into. Oh yes. A little family who was in the waiting room who saw/heard my whole episode. There's just no escaping this. *sigh* They kept staring at me while we all ate... probably waiting for me to freak out again. I'm sure I would find it slightly comical if i were 'the watching' instead of 'the being watched'.

I was just so ready to leave Idaho Falls and get back to Rexburg. So off we go, with Jeremy telling me would find someplace nice for Valentines Day Dinner.

My Day is Getting Better...Bit by Bit...

We get to our favorite restaurant here just to find out there's a 50 minute wait. Boo. So we search this entire town and there's NOTHING without a huge wait. We drove out to Applebees to check them, which we could barely get into the parking they were so full, so we just left. And on our way back into town what do we see in our rear view mirror? FLASHING RED AND BLUE LIGHTS.

Of. Course. Because really, what better way to top off your Valentines Day? I'm now starving, nauseous, and headachy, with no food in sight while stuck in a parking lot with a cop. (No worries, we just got a warning that we needed to renew our registration). After he let us go, we just gave up on a romantic night and went to Little Ceasars and picked up some pizzas and went home.

At least breakfast was good though, right?