Today I went to the doctor for my 32 Week appointment. We met with one of the other doctors in the group, Dr. Sparks. He was really nice... but I'm still a bit partial to my own doctor! Things are progressing normally. Six to eight weeks to go... I got a flu shot, which was of course awesome.
After the flu shot, I started to feel really bad-- sweating profusely and feeling faint. Since I felt so awful, Reed went to get the car from the parking deck while I waited on a nearby bench... and that's when it got worse. I thought I was going to die in front of Brookwood Hospital with only the valet attendants to witness my passing. I tried to put my head between my knees, but of course that's impossible at this point. I just knew I was seconds away from vomiting all over one of the cheery pregnant women walking by, toddler in tow. By the time Reed pulled through the circle I was drenched in sweat- seriously soaking wet and looking rather green. Ha! I'll never forget the way he looked at me through the car window... now it's hilarious. I don't know what it was, but I think I'm going to take the hint and quit trying to rush winter along with my sweaters, jeans & Uggs. Not worth it!