Brunch at Corner Nursery

Another monitoring appointment this morning. My poor arms don't have any more blood to give.

Is it a bad sign when the nurse says "Ut Oh" while she's taking your blood? Apparently, my vein collapsed.

Lefty now has 6 follicles, measuring 15-21mm. Retarded righty is still being.... slow. There are 5 follicles measuring 11-15 mm.

I thought they might've triggered me tonight since lefty is so far along but they surprised me. I'm doing an extra shot of Gonal-F tonight along with my Menopur and then my normal Gonal-F shot in the morning. Maybe that will entice righty to get her act together.

I go back tomorrow morning for another u/s. Just one problem - the Washington, DC Metro area is expecting 5-9 inches of snow tonight.

For those who have never been to the DC area during a snowstorm, let me summarize.

The news is dubbing this "The Storm of the Century". The salt and sand trucks started lining up on the roads last night. The grocery stores are packed. Every school district within 50 miles will be closed.

And, that's just with one inch of snow.

After my appointment, DH and I decided to grab some brunch so we headed to Corner Bakery. I should've known better.

It was packed and the only 2 tables available were on the opposite side of the restaurant beside a family of 4.

Not more than 5 minutes after sitting down, mommy became the most annoying person EVER. They had what I'm guessing to be a 3 year-old and an infant.

As I take a bite of my sandwich, mommy starts in:

"Daddy? Can you smell baby's diaper? I can't tell if its stinky gas or if she pooped"

Then, to 3-year old, "Did sissy do the poopies or eez it jus stinkee gas?"

And back to daddy, "What do you think? Poop or stinky gas?"

OK, all done with my sandwich. Seriously? Is that really necessary in a restaurant when people are trying to eat?

I wanted to stand up and say "Why don't you get up off your ass and take your child to the restroom so you can actually check her diaper?"

But, instead I looked at DH and said (rather loudly), "You'd think people would be mindful of other people trying to eat"

Meanwhile, the 3-year old was getting bored and started dancing around the table. We must've looked like we wanted a show because she kept looking at us. Mommy encouraged her by singing "Shake Your Bootie, Jump! Jump!"

Maybe the parents trained her to take dollar bills like a street vendor? I don't know.

I will admit the song was rather catchy. DH almost jumped up and started dancing too.

While all of this was going on, a 16-year old got up from her table with her 8-month pregnant belly.

All I wanted was a friggin' sandwich, people!

So, from here on out, that place will now be referred to as The Corner Nursery.

I wonder what they charge per week? Maybe we can work out a daycare deal?