So here’s how things progressed (or should I say regressed?) yesterday afternoon:

Number 1. Some yahoo in a SUV failed to look in his rear view mirror before putting his tank in reverse to get a spot in the parking lot at the hospital. So he backed into my car. CS waylaying on the horn had no effect on him at all. Errrr. We were both driving relatively slowly and we are fine, but my car is crunched. I am pissed.

Number 2. I get past dealing with the car insurance idiots (by having to talk to an obtuse, English-is-not-my-first-language chick) and am waiting to see the doctor only to suffer the LOUDEST EATER OF CANDY I have ever had to endure. So then my nerves were good and frazzled.

Number 3. After waiting for over an hour to get in with the doctor, I am AGAIN told to drink more water than I currently am. That is not humanly possible, but whatever.

Number 4. Sun is still breech. I don’t see this changing as she’s only growing larger and the gaps of amniotic fluid (again with the water thing) are just going to get less and less as she grows. And with less room, less chance of her turning.

Number 5. The doctor tells us that Sun’s head is extended backwards to such a degree that the back of her head is touching her back. Not sure how long her head has been in this position–at least a week. So they are wanting to keep an eye on that, too. Apparently it isn’t a concern relating to Sun in utero or to the pregnancy. Just something that may require her to need physical therapy once she’s born. Yeah, yeah, the water thing AGAIN–she may not have the room she needs to bring her head down. Her neck looks normal. No goiters (whatever those are–I thought you had to be 80 years old and mean to have those) or other apparent cause.

Errr.