Post by OHMBLEEGOHHHHH! on Aug 13, 2012 14:35:54 GMT -5
Wait in waiting room for hour. Bria is getting very impatient (she can be contained for roughly 4 minutes before throwing a tantrum). Get back to waiting room and undress her for her weight check. I hadn't brought the diaper bag, we were in a mad rush to get out the door. She pooped. Nurse gives me some wipes, but the only diaper they had was an underjammer. Yeah. You could have fit another Cami in there with her. Get her measured (still 20th percentile for weight. 75th for height, 90th for head. She's a weeble wobble). Wait in room for HALF AN HOUR. Bria has had no nap, and screams her fucking head off for half. an. hour. While sitting, thankfully, on the floor, pees through underjammer all over floor. Dances in it and rolls through it while I am trying to clean it up. Needs 4 shots. Knows what is about to happen every time they clean an area and begins clinging to me, trying desperately to climb up and giving me the WHY ARE YOU LETTING THEM HURT ME eyes every time they do it. Through this all, Kristen is halfway up my ass, whining, "I am BORRRRRUHED. I'm so HUNNGGRRRRY. Can we go to McDOOHHHHNALDSSSS? When is it our TURRRRRRRN? HAHA CAMI YOU HAVE TO GET SHAAAAAHTS!!" HAHA, SHE PEED! OH, SHE'S IN THE PEE! OH SHE'S COVERED IN PEE! OH HER PEE SMELLZ! I WANT TO GET DOWN ON THE FLOOR AND PLAY? WHY CAN'T *IIIIIII* PLAY???"
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Post by OHMBLEEGOHHHHH! on Aug 13, 2012 14:42:42 GMT -5
ELL OH ELL. I lost my phone, and was getting SUPER pissed off because I NEED TO CALL THE INS COMPANY. I called it, and SwaggerCat began looking extremely annoyed. Because he was stretched out on top of it, and it was vibrating under him. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE