I guess I over react

and cry a lot, but you knew that.

I went for my 2:30 appiontment today with very high hopes.

Davíð and I were going to meet there, and that is was the first problem.

Davíð had to finish something at school, so he didnt get there until 3:00. Probably should not have been a big deal because you usually have to wait a bit. Today everything was right on time, I guess.

Then I thought I had an appointment with the specialist, but I saw a midwife, who did not speak any English. It is very nerve racking to be in any meeting of importance, health included, and only understand half of what is going on around you and not being able to make yourself understood doesn't help.

I actually felt subhuman. They (the midwife and the student) did not leave the room while I had to take off my pants for the strep test. I was poked and prodded and discussed as though I was not there, probably because they knew I didnt really get it.

***Please note that I understand that they do not need to speak English, that is not in her job desciption.

From this appiontment I was able to get that my iron is OK, if lower then it had been (111), my blood pressure is getting higher (but up until this point it was very low so even getting higher is still a very good blood pressure) and the babys heart rate is 170, getting higher then it used to be, but that could be because of anything or nothing.

Feeling rather frazzled and near tears I just wanted to see the doctor. I managed to get that I could talk to him if I waited.

Then Davíð called and said he was on his way from the school, so I cried.

Could not be helped. I am emotional at the best if times, when I am pregnant I am a wreck .

So, Davíð got there, then I started to feel better. He got us in to see the doctor who basically said all pregnant women over react. But he did an ultrasound and said the baby is doing very well, although he will not tell me how big he is getting now, and I have nothing to worry about.

I have monitering every two days and they are keeping a good eye on him, I need to trust that.

Next Monday I see him again and I think we will have to have some serious talks about induction.

Until then, I guess I can refold baby clothing, walk around and try to finish everything I might want to do that would be easier with out dragging the baby around outside my stomach.

So tomorrow I might go to Reykjavík to look for birthday party supplies!