Sometimes I think that some of the stuff that a person goes through when they are pregnant are enough to make a person not want to be pregnant, or if they have never been, not want to get pregnant. This was the case with my PSA when I was subbing for the English teacher who quit. She said that listening to my stories about being pregnant were enough to make her not want to be pregnant. Ever. I was sorry that I had done that, but at the same time, she needs to know.
Take today's entry for example. No one that I have ever met, pregnant or not, are big fans of when you have to leave a urine sample at the doctor. It's a bother that we would rather not deal with.
Now envision being 37 weeks pregnant and being told that you have to do this for 24 hours. Yay. But thankfully, I have only about 10 more hours of collecting to do. That's good because it's not really my favorite thing to do. Lukin wants to know what the collection seat is, I told him it was Mommy's grown up potty chair. That answer seemed to satisfy him.
But now, as I am typing this, I realize that I have to figure out is how I am going to get my collection to the clinic tomorrow for my lab appointment while keeping it cool. Wish me luck on that one. I hope I don't mess that part up and end up having to start over...I will have to do some creative brainstorming because we don't have an ice maker, and so no ice. Great.
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I smile and thank people when they hand me urine. Then when they are gone I gag.
If it makes you feel better, I put the container in a garbage bag to take to the appt. I didn't want to hand the big brown jug to some receptionist somewhere.
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