I haven’t been so busy as I was yesterday in a long time.
I feel so accomplished that I had gotten so much done, but I am EXHAUSTED!
My to-do list starting out was fairly basic and simple.
- Post Office
- Cat Food
What ended up actually happening was 90% of the above with so much more!
Doctor – My 30 Week Check-up @ The OB
So to start off I had to go see my doctor, my official 30 week check-up!
I was pretty excited to go for some reason, mostly that I can start counting down the days.
While I was sitting in the waiting room – accidentially sitting in a very comfortable but deep, squishy rocking chair that I couldn’t get out of – I saw something that was kind of sad.
There was a woman being led out of the office in cuffs & shackles. She was laughing and smiling. Given her situation she seemed to be doing alright. She was in an obnoxisouly BRIGHT pink jump suit and was wearing the oh-too familiar prison slippers (I’ve deal with people in prison in the past – not my own experience – just to clarify).
Her escorting officer seemed as nice as she could be, but I feel like she was trying to rush her along, as the entire waiting room was staring at her with the meanest looks, and the most judging eyes. It was really the saddest part of it all.
I was sitting next to the exit, so they walked by me and I could see her big mama belly showing through the jumpsuit. Everyone, after grilling her out the door then all looked at me for some reason. Maybe cause I was facing them as they stared towards the door. i just kept smiling while they had looks of absolute disgust on their faces.
I can’t judge that woman! I don’t know her story. She’s incarcerated and pregnant. I can only imagine and make up my own stories of how I want her life to be like. I hope she is ok, and is doing as well as I would want to believe.
So, I finally get called into the office and they check my ever increasing weight and ask how I’m doing.
Then they take my Blood Glucose track sheet…
I got really scared and nervous.
I’ve managed to do pretty well, having NO idea of what I’m really doing. But… there are a few numbers on there that I was REALLY wanting to erase or whiteout.
I was seeing a new doctor, who was nice, but not the one I really like. But, they want me to meet all the on-call doctors, just so I can have a face to a name when I go into labor.
She kind of scolded me and gave me a more serious and scary talk about what the absolute worst case sinario could be if I don’t address the situation – meaning the awful sad, mood killing talk of late-term deaths… I wanted to cry. It really set my mood off and made me really scared.
A part of me was wanted to tell her to take him out now then! Crazy, I know. But I’m already a worrier, and get scared easy. My anxiety is really bad at times, so that didn’t help.
They want to see me next week to look at my numbers again before putting me on medicine…
I have to do better!!!
Getting Lost in Little Switzerland!
So after the doctor, I finally went to the bank to cash my check (as I am SOOO overdrawn in my account). It felt nice to have a few bucks in my pocket again.
Since I am still semi-unfamiliar with the area and driving around, I found the address for the DMV on my phone and got the GPS going on it.
Everything seemed right. The time, distance, rough guess on location (I know where it is, just couldn’t figure out how to get there) alright, good! Let’s go!
Driving, and driving, and driving!
Listening to music. Got my windows down! Feeling good!
Going up this crazy beautiful mountain, winding roads. It was amazing!
Going up, and up, and up. And around bends and up the mountain, “You have reached your destination.” WHAT?!
I was nowhere! I was going up a mountain! There wasn’t anything but trees around me. Totally NOT where I knew the DMV was. So I had to keep on going until I could find a safe spot to pull over and look at my phone.
Turned out I was somewhere called Little Switzerland. Which seemed absurdly appropriate because of how lost I was and how outlandish that kind of name would be in the middle of nowhere in North Carolina! I guess it was big on gem mines, because they were EVERYWHERE! I wanted to stop and go check out a mine, and get gems (would be so cool to add them to my crafting). But I had places to go and things to do. So I’ll save that adventure for another day!
I ended up having to put down the animal shelter location, knowing it was next to the DMV. I don’t know why I couldn’t get it to work before…
So now I’m a little more determined and a little more upset, as I barrel down this mountain towards my right destination. I was a long way off.
I finally got there and switched over my ID from Washington to North Carolina!
I AM OFFICIAL!
After all that, I went to the post office and got some packages that were waiting for me. Yay! More baby gifts!
I had to go home and eat something after all that. I was STARVING!!
D To The Rescue!
There is this goat down our road that one of our neighbors owns. Its in REALLY bad shape.
We have been trying to save its life for a little over a month now.
It is chained to the middle of their yard. It has a dog-house with a pillow that is “under” a tree for some “shade”. That pillow is SOAKED with shit and piss. It NEVER has food or water. It has eaten ALL of the grass it can reach from its chain.
That chain gets him SO tangled that we have to stop by every day and untangle him. We find up hog-tied in the middle of the yard, boiling in the sun all the time.
The first time me and Anthony found him lying there SCREAMING, he was so bound up that his leg was rubbed RAW from the chain. He was limping really bad. The wound was festering. It smelled like rot and wasn’t looking good. At all. That was when we started calling police.
After many calls and complaints to police and animal rescue, yesterday on my way home from the post office, Steve (Anthony’s dad) messaged me, asking me to go give the goat some water. He had spent 30 minuets untying his chain and giving him some breathing room, as he gets so caught up he gets stuck in the sun all day. He said he called the police again, and that they were sending someone down to check it out.
I ate some lunch and filled up a gallon jug of water and headed down to see little goat.
As I pulled up, there was the cop! I was hesitant at first to do anything, it isn’t my goat. I want them to get in trouble! But the goat knows us by now and recognizes my car, so he started crying out to me. I had to help him out! So I grabbed my jug and got out to give him water. The cop saw me and came out to talk to me.
To keep this story from getting any longer, I filed a report and told him what has been going on. The officer could see that this goat was in bad shape and that it was definately hurting and neglected. I told him, we want this goat! At this point it is ours! We take care of him! We have a barn in the shade for him, he’d be so happy. He seemed to get my point.
I gave him my number and he told me he would talk to someone to see if they could get the “owners” to agree to release the goat, and we could have him. I felt satisfied. We talked for a good long while. Poor goat drank a gallon of water in that short time.
Later on that day, the owners showed up (they only do about 1-2 times per week mind you) and put up a sign for us to see that “General Lee was well taken care of, by her kids (they are maybe 6 and younger). That he had gotten attacked by a ‘brindle pit-bull’ that lives up the road” There is no pitbull of ANY color on our road. AND “up the road”, is more “up our driveway” and that would be us… we don’t have a pit. Or anything brindle. And our animals wouldn’t hurt this goat cause we have loose chickens and they are fine. So the entire thing was hilarious and we are going to continue our fight for “General Lee”