To the Doctor... Oops!

This morning started off so beautifully. Riley slept in until past seven; Mike didn't have to go in to work until a little later; I got to sit on the couch and sip tea while Mike played with Riley and Kona outside. Lovely.

Then, around 8:30, my phone rang. I thought I had a doctor's appointment scheduled for 10 am. However, on the other end of the line, the nurse informed me that my appointment had been a 8. Hehe... This was the appointment at which I had to drink that nasty glucose stuff, so I quickly told the nurse that, yes, I could come over right now. Then I grabbed the orange concoction, picked Riley up (who was, fortunately, actually dressed), and headed to the car. As I backed out of the driveway, I chugged the glucose. If you haven't been pregnant (or done some related test), you don't know what I'm talking about, but that stuff is just plain disgusting. I mean, really, I have a sweet tooth; I order white chocolate caramel drinks at Starbucks! But this is a whole other level of disgustingly sweet. And I really don't know how much the orange flavor helps. But it had to be done, so I downed it.

We made it to the doctor, no problem, and Riley did me the favor of being happy-- not only in the car-- but the whole time at the doctor's office, as well. This is a rare occurrence as there aren't too many exciting things to play with. However, this morning, we found the doctor's spinny chair. Goodness, there's not much better in life than a spinny chair. Riley didn't even have to sit in it; she was content with simply whirling it around. Whoever designed that seat-- Thank you!

Yes, our relaxing morning was jarred to full-alert, but when we got home, Riley went right down for a nap, and she's still hanging out in her crib as I type. Not a bad day, overall. :)