I had another ultrasound scheduled for this morning. Please note, past tense.
This was to be the last u/s I would consent to for this pregnancy. I don't want them measuring the baby and then getting scared that he's a big boy and I shouldn't be allowed a trial of labor blah blah blah. I agreed to this one because at my 19 week u/s, the doctor couldn't see into the heart clearly, and baby boy was positioned in such a way that it left a lot of doubt as to whether he's really a boy, or if it was the umbilical cord.
My DH has been sick the last few days; he tried to go to the medical clinic yesterday, and was not allowed to see a doctor - he was told to go in this morning at 8 am. We knew it would be a tight squeeze, because my u/s was at 10 am, but he's been really sick, so he went in at 8 this morning.
Yesterday, they wouldn't even check his temperature. Today, they listened to his heart, and "something" is wrong with it. They wouldn't let him leave the clinic to come get me, insisting that he stay there for an EKG and also call Landstuhl, which is where the major medical emergencies go.
So here I am, freaking out because a) "something" is up with my husband's heart; b) I've had to cancel this ultrasound which is another hassle altogether,c ) today is grocery day and I just had to feed my daughter half a scrambled egg and some tater tots for breakfast because we literally have NOTHING else, and d) I have no idea when I'm going to hear back from my husband about his EKG and whether I can get the car to go to the effing grocery store.