I’m having a shocker of a week with pregnancy brain. It’s relentless. The 3rd trimester fatigue has hit with a vengeance, which I’m thinking is probably the main cause of such brain fuzziness.
I had a 32 week scan yesterday to check the growth of our little Sticky. All went well – I think! I arrived without my referral (bloody pregnancy brain) so K and I had to return home as they wouldn’t do the scan without it. This, of course, turned me into a stressball as I’m really not good at being late. K was getting me to breathe and calm down as I was speeding through the streets home. Luckily they were very nice about it and just swapped me with another person and I didn’t have to reschedule.
The sonographer measured everything and then graphed it to show the progress from my last scan (at 20 weeks). He said Sticky has a big head but a little femur, but all within the range for the gestational age. Of course that got me worried and have googled every possible reason for a big head and short femur. Seeing things like, “possible indicator of DS” has freaked me out. Of course I’m probably freaking out for no reason at all, as all the measurements were within the range. I am a shorty with a small head and long legs, so I guess Sticky doesn’t take after me in this regard!
I then had an appointment with the obstetrician this morning. He was only running an hour late this morning – go him! He didn’t have the results of the scan as they were still waiting for “authorisation”, whatever that means! So now I have to wait another 2 weeks to find out the results. He said he would call if there was anything of concern when he does receive them. But my trust in that hospital ringing for anything is all gone, considering they have never called me when they said they would.
On the way home, I thought I’d quickly drop into Centrelink (government organisation for family services) to hand over a proof of citizenship for my Paid Parental Leave application. I’ve never had to deal with Centrelink before and have heard some horror stories so I did expect a bit of a wait. I waited 2 hours! The lady who checked me in entered the wrong name into the waiting list, so after waiting 2 hours a name was called out with my surname, but a different first name. I have a very common surname so I didn’t really think it could be me, but nobody got up. A couple of minutes later it dawned on me that maybe it was meant to be me, so I went back to the checkin lady to check. She couldn’t find anyone with my surname on the list – I’d been taken off! She was very rude to me when I explained that maybe I’d been put in incorrectly and that the person just called out was actually me. She basically told me I was an idiot for not getting up when I heard the “incorrect” name called and told me to go away. At this point I was almost in tears. My blood sugar levels were verging on Hypo and I was on very tender hooks. I had wasted a whole morning of work sitting waiting and was about to crack it! She went on to serve the next person and I was left standing there a little lost. I eventually got myself together and told her to go ask the lady who called out the ‘incorrect’ name to check. She stormed off and found the lady, who thankfully decided to see me, but not after first saying “I called out your name twice”. Ahh, no you actually called out the wrong name twice! It astounded me how quick they are to cross you off the waiting list. What if you needed to go to the toilet (after waiting 2 hours) and missed your name being called? I pay a lot tax to be eligible for this kind of service!!!
Anyway…rant over! It’s just been one of those weeks, when all I want to do is crawl back into bed and sleep. I feel like I’m getting nowhere with work projects and I’m getting to that point where I just can’t wait anymore for this baby to make it’s appearance.