Went out to dinner tonight to celebrate a friend’s birthday. The food was really good, but the service was really lackluster. I wonder if sometimes they don’t get these big tables in and think that the tip is a sure thing, so they aren’t very attentive. And, I noticed that there were food runners that brought out and served the food and kept drinks topped off, soooooo . . . I’m not exactly sure why our waitress was too busy to do things like take our orders in a timely fashion, or ask about dessert, or bring us the check or even ring it up.

I’m distracted by a couple of things. On Monday, I was told to make an appointment to get an amniocentisis. I didn’t like the last specialist I saw, so I picked a new one. Free country, right? I can do that. On Monday, the new specialist called my ob to get my records, and today I got a call from both offices. The ob’s office wants to know why I’m not going to their specialist? WTF? Since when do I have to justify the selection of my doctor? Hey, if insurance pays for it, fax the effin’ records over, stat.

I think my ob is a fine doc, but the office staff is evil. Seriously, those chicks are B-I-T-C-H-E-S. I don’t expect everyone to roll out the welcome wagon, but I just don’t think it’s that hard to be polite. I understand that a lot of patients are probably kinda challenging, but for god’s sake, we’re all hormonal and most of us are probably freaking out a little.

I think it’s time to secure a new ob, too. I dread my appointments there because of her office staff.

Provided I can get the office to fax over my records, I am anxious about Friday morning’s amnio appointment. It’ll be the confirmation that everything is ok, or . . . not. The baby isn’t even born, but it’s already kind of hard to fathom the grief I’ll feel if the pregnancy is no longer viable.