Gone are the days of zipping through the mean streets with confidence.
We just returned from my appointment. My OB (who works from a nice suburban location which like everything else I frequent is within 5 minutes of my house) felt that this ultrasound center was the best of the best and that since I am high-risk (in other words incubating more humans within me than one should normally do) he wanted me to make the trip.
Armed with a GPS, full tank of gas and written directions, Hubby and I drove south. I had a bad feeling about it before we even left the house and should have gone with my hunch and insisted we take the T. However, being an irrational and anxious person, I was also pretty convinced that we would both contract Swine Flu (or H1N1 or R2D2 or whatever it is being called today) if we inserted the T token and boarded the underground germ capsule with the daily commuters. So we drove.
Hubby and I get along fairly well for an old married couple. We don't, however, appear to even remotely like each other when we are in a vehicle. He drives to aggressively. He claims I drive to slow and am oblivious to my surroundings. Again, since most of our world is in a 5 minute radius we are fine. Send us into Boston with no real knowledge of where we are going on a Monday morning and you might as well schedule an appointment with a divorce attorney or at the very least a marriage counselor.
We survived the trek...barely.
It all started 2 miles from home at a four way intersection near the town library. It heightened on Rte 1. It escalated further when we entered and then sat helpless at the toll booth lane designed for those highway frequenters with a Fast Pass-thingy. Things got pretty ugly around Kenmore when admittedly I felt the Citgo sign would guide us to our destination and failed to consult the directions I was supposed to be reading. Somehow (in a move that reminded me of when Clark Griswold fell asleep at the wheel of the Family Truckster and after several near death misses ultimately landed in the correct parking space at a hotel) we found ourselves parked in a parking garage just steps from a door that led directly to the address on my paper. Not sure how that happened.
Anyhow, the appointment went well. They are both measuring on schedule and at the same rate. They both have functioning parts (kidneys, bellies, hearts, etc.). They weren't able to get the views and angles they had hoped completely so we may need to repeat our morning of driving fun in just two weeks. Good times.
After the appointment we enjoyed a nice "Cuatro de Mayo" lunch at the Border Cafe.
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