The Waiting Game

Well, life has been interesting lately.  I'm training my replacement at work.  So far we have had 3 days together and she can room patients and do vitals pretty well.  I showed her how to use our scheduling system and have had her listen to my phone calls, but I need to let her try and schedule people.  Then I will let her take nurse calls.  Then I'm supposed to help her with authorizations, indexing, etc.  Oh boy, only 3 weeks to do it all.  I'm just a little worried.

I have now had three non-stress tests.  So far so good.  The nurses always tell me that the baby is doing well and her heart rates is good and healthy.  My test this Thursday I had a nurse who I wanted to slap.  While watching the baby's heart rate, she started to talk to me about names we liked.  I told her we like Tacy.  The nurse says "Tasie is interesting, I have never heard that before."  It bugs me when people hear the name wrong, she even had me spell it for her.  Then she tells me "It's a cute name for a little girl, but what about when she is older?"  Oh my goodness, if I did not have a bunch of monitors attached to me...I mean seriously, this nurse works in periantology where she works with lots of pregnant women and she criticizes baby names!  It pissed me off to say the least.  She then went on about how I could use a grandma's name for the middle name, so at least there is a more adult name option.  I stopped talking at that point.  I just wanted her to leave me alone.  Thank goodness during these tests they are only watching my baby's heart rate and not mine, cause I would have failed miserably.

Thursday night my mother-in-law through me a baby shower.  It was nice and we got more clothes, some towels, burp clothes, car stuff, and a glider.  My mother-in-law also sewed a really cute diaper bag for me.  Now that all the baby showers are done, I just want to get everything organized and ready.  But I can't.  Why?  Because we are waiting for the room to be available.  

So we live in a basement and currently use one bedroom, a bathroom, and the living area down here.  But there is a second bedroom.  Brad's parents said that we can use the second bedroom for the baby.  After measuring and everything, Brad thinks the second bedroom would work better for us because the space would be more accommodating for our stuff and sleeping baby.  So then we would use our current bedroom for her nursery.  Problem is, the second bedroom is still full of his sister's stuff, stuff she left behind when she went to college, got married, and now lives in an apartment with her husband and baby.  Stuff she apparently wants to keep, but is not important enough to take with her.

Brad's mom has said she will clean up the room.  Brad is ready to throw all of his sister's stuff in boxes, and he tells me he would not care to be nice to it all because she hasn't done anything with it for 4 years.  My hesitation with his plan is that there is a ton of stuff, a desk full of crap, picture boards, and a full closet.  

So we are waiting, and waiting, and waiting.  It is driving me crazy because I want to feel more ready for this baby.  We still don't have a crib, which Brad's parents are buying, but they are waiting for a sale...Oiy, the baby is going to come and we will still be in the same room, with nothing for her to sleep in, no dresser set up yet, and all of her clothes in bins stored in the storage room.  This is my nightmare.  I'm sure it won't come to this, especially since Brad gets more and more frustrated with it all and if it comes to it he really will just toss everything in boxes so we can move our stuff in.  I just hate waiting.

In the mean time, I'm also trying to get ready for nursing school.  I called up the program director with a few questions and in the process she told me that she is really worried about me having a baby and being able to keep up.  I wanted to scream!  I spoke with her in May about me being pregnant and she was all optimistic and saying they could work with me.  Now she tells me she is worried and sounds all pessimistic about the situation.  Just another irritation to my life.  Thank goodness Brad can calm me down.  So now I will be calling her again and seeing if I can go meet with her and go over this whole thing since she has changed her tune and her optimism in May was the whole reason we decided I could do this: newborn and nursing school.  So much fun.  

One day we will be ready for the baby and one day everything with school and having a baby will be worked out.  Until then, I just have to keep my cool and wait patiently (ok I try and wait patiently).