Trials and trails...

Well, the ultrasound went okay, aside from the timing mix up. I had an 11am appointment booked a few months ago, dutifully arrived on time, and was directed to the waiting area. Or rather to the 6 black chairs lined up in the hallway. After waiting patiently for over an hour, I began to wonder if something was amiss. So I went back to the reception and asked if there was a problem with my appointment. I was told, "No, everything is fine, we've signed you in and your appointment is at 2pm". I was surprised, "What? But my appointment was sent to me months ago...for 11am". She replied, "Well, I left a message on your phone yesterday to say the appointment had been changed to 2pm". Well I didn't get the message and I was pissed off, to say the least. Yes, I know, I should probably listen to phone messages. However, when I arrived 3 HOURS early why did they not point out that my appointment wasn't until 2pm and that I was a tad early???? Grrrrr. It messed up the whole day. Stupid phones. The ultra sound itself was okay...same old, same old. Essentially, "Hello, I am a stranger....please get your tits out and lie on the bed.".

For some reason I could not sleep on Wednesday night. Bronwyn had some kind of nightmare and wanted to sleep in our bed. That is okay, except I couldn't sleep. As a result I was extremely grumpy when I got up. A banging kitchen cupboards and drawers and bashing pots around kind of angry. Mark made the mistake of telling me to calm down...something like that. I yelled at him to "Leave me alone!" Yes, it was one of those mornings. I felt tired and depressed and didn't see why I was the only one who should suffer. Fortunately,  I managed to get it together to teach and began to feel a bit better (albeit in a fragile kind of way). I got on with the day and went to pick up Bronwyn from school. When I arrived she was playing around with a boy from her class. I said, "Bronwyn, let's go". The boy looked at me and then said to Bronwyn, "Who's that?"  Except like, "Who's that?" Bronwyn said, "That's my mum". He took another good look at me and then turned to Bronwyn, "Really? She looks too old to be a mum". Just perfect. Admittedly, tired and depressed is not my best look, but what was left of my ego (not that much) was left in tatters.

The day did actually get much better. And Friday was okay too, and I had a sleep-over at Michelle's which is always fun and relaxing. The weekend has been okay. Mark made a delicious steak dinner on Saturday. Yesterday we went on a rainy, muddy walk in Pacific Spirit Park, that was fun. I also made an appointment to get my hair cut...seriously cut.