I went to the doctor's yesterday - and got my results that I tested negative for group B strep! That's great news to me - as it means I wont have to rush to the hospital to get an antibiotic injection before Evy's born.
He wasn't able to tell me the position of the baby - other than head down. Though he did tell me I wasn't dilated and then proceeded to demonstrate by shoving his hand painfully up my va-jay-jay to prove how tight I still was. Yay.
I'm really frustrated recently with my choice in doctor's though. My appointment was slated for 4pm yesterday and I didn't see him until 5:30pm and that was for perhaps five minutes. On my way out I asked his receptionist if he was as overbooked next Thursday as he was this Thursday and she went into this long triad about how OB doctor's schedules are so unpredictable, blah, blah, blah. Whatever. I've had a lot of doctors and ALL of them make me wait because they overbook themselves. So this isn't an OB thing - this is a location thing.
I was frustrated because it wasn't like I was complaining about having to wait - to the contrary! I said that if he's going to make me wait an hour and a half next time as well I just wont be here to take up waiting room space (which was limited - Paul had to stand the whole time) until well after my scheduled appointment time. I mean I left work a half hour early - without pay - to wait an hour and a half? Her attitude and response was rude too - I'm just over that entire office. Its as if none of them have actually gone through any kind of training to learn how to talk to patients - which you think would be some kind of requirement when going into that field. You don't talk over them, you don't talk down to them, you just listen and then respond to what they asked. Simple.
Being irritable thanks to the pregnancy doesn't help either.