Doctor's Visit

So, Monday was my doctor's visit. Ben had staff orientation this week, beginning Monday, so with 24 staff members to train, I knew it was up to me to get to the doctor with both kids successfully. So, I packed snacks, books, and prepared myself for a really rough time. Now, I had already called the week before my visit and made the request for my doctor to transfer my care to the birth center. They must have put it in BOLD letters on my chart because every nurse I saw said, "They are reviewing your case, and we should have an answer for you next week."
Anyway, got the kids down there, got myself checked in, and paid my co-pay. I usually wait in the waiting room for at least half an hour, and then another 15 to 20 minutes in the exam room. So, I took Emma potty, washed everyone's hands and settled us all in chairs for some Green Eggs and Ham. Half way through the book, they called me in. They weighed me...total weight gain so far=5 pounds. We go to the room and finish our story, when the doctor comes in. I bust out the fruit snacks and get the kids in their chair to eat them. The doctor listens to the baby's heartbeat (about 150 bpm), measures me, and tells me everything looks fine. So, then we go out to the waiting room so the kids can finish their fruit snacks. We get ourselves back into the car and I ponder the remarkable successfulness of the trip. I think, "Wow, the Lord has surely been with me today!!!" Then I think, hey, maybe we could go to Trader Joe's...or Target...or....and then I realize that I am so absolutely thankful that this trip has been successful and I would really like to leave it that way! So we head home, and I return with hope for the next time!