Bodily functions that should not be able to happen at the same time.

Okay. So. Not to get all national geographic on my readers, but this morning I had two unexpected, never before experienced...well, experiences. The first was around 9 am as I was hugging the porcelain god my bladder decides it not longer wants to be full either and promptly evacuates itself mid-heave. Awesome. My next exciting conglomeration was about an hour or so later, can you guess? Yes! You are right I was poopin' and yakkin' in unison. Joy.

I spoke to my mom-in-law and she told me that she was sick like I am when she was pregnant with my husband. My mom said that she had morning sickness with me, but that it was not that bad. SO, this is your fault husband of mine! Your half of this monster is making me sick :)-

About the doc I saw on Friday, totally sketchy. The first form on my pile was an HIV consent form, not a good start. The rest of the forms were photo copied, badly. The place was not dirty, but not exactly clean either. The last nail in the coffin was when I was asked to pee in a cup, and by cup I do not mean a sterilized specimen collection receptacle, I mean dixie cup, from a stack on the floor and I was to write my name on it with the sharpie that was attached to the toilet with some string and masking tape. Needless to say I did not leave my sample, even though it had been 25 minutes since I last peed and really needed to go, we left on the spot.

Thus, I am sticking to my regular doctor's visit on the 14th. My stepmother also is looking into my doctor to find out how good she is and my step-mom is in a position to get me into a great OB if mine turns out to be less than stellar.

Not much else to report, but then again I think I have shared enough for one day.