If it's Tuesday, we must be meeting!

We had another appointment today. It was a little bit later than usual. We drove there and were about 40 minutes early (by design) and stopped by the hospital. The worker showed Jason around since he didn't get to see everything last week. She also told us that she found out that the room is being offered to us for FREE! Yup. Now, I am sure that somehow, someway the room is being paid for by someone's insurance or something (maybe even our insurance, but she never asked for anything), but it is still really nice. She even gave us some coupons for the hospital cafeteria.

Then we went to the doctor's appointment. B and the agency worker were there already. We talked a little bit and then she got called back. The doctor was a dick (sorry, but he was) like always. He kept saying over and over again that I would get pregnant as soon as we adopt this baby and how that would be great (he even asked me if I had ever had an HSG and that was all I needed - see my earlier posts if you even care to know if I've had an HSG). Well, that would be nice, but right now I don't care about that. What I care about is this baby. I don't appreciate him (in my mind) putting down our decision to adopt AND B's decision to place. Jason keeps asking the doctor to put some money down that we'll get pregnant (which I think pisses the doctor off) and he refuses. I LOVE my husband!!!!

The agency worker got the doctor to agree to induce B if she hadn't delivered by 39 weeks (around April 28th). That was like pulling teeth. B asked her to ask him (I think she is afraid of the doc) because her and her mom have decided to move to California. They are planning on moving in mid May and she wants to be recovered enough to pack and for the flight. I have mixed feelings about this (even though I know that my feelings are not what is important here). I want her to be closer so that we can visit, but then I wonder if it might be better for her if she is farther away. She talked a lot at lunch about how she wanted to do things that a 17 year old should be doing. I really feel for her.

We went out to lunch and B shared with us that her grandfather doesn't know that she is pregnant. And, he lives in the same town that she does (which is not a large town). She indicated that he would not be pleased. We weren't sure if that is because she has decided to place OR if it is because she is pregnant. I am more than a little concerned about this. I don't want someone in her family to be upset with her decision. But, ultimately it is her decision.

Then we had the pedicures. Now, anyone that knows me knows that I am a bit of a germ-a-phobe (a wee bit of a germ-a-phobe). I kept telling myself on the way to the salon "it will be okay", "if it isn't the cleanest place don't freak out", "one time at a not so clean place and you should be okay", etc. I hadn't mentioned anything to Jason about this beforehand. He did ask B if we were going somewhere nice. Something to the effect of "now did I hear something about people getting infections from not going to nice places?". THANK GOD. She actually decided to go somewhere else. It was a little pricier than what I'm used to, BUT worth it. I'm not a fan of my color choice (purple - who would have thought?). And, no, Jason didn't participate. He sat in the chair next to us and played with the massage thingy the whole time. He also seemed really interested in what they were doing to our feet. Maybe one day....

Her next appointment is on April 15th in the late afternoon.