My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!

Well, I had a suspicion that my little Savanna had a bladder infection because of a fever and a few other symptoms, so we loaded everybody up and headed off to the Doctor. Since she can't pee in a cup yet, they had to stick a bag in her diaper to catch the urine to test it. She hates it. Cried the entire time. So we headed home with instruction to bring her sample back. We forgot about the stroller until we were home. No biggie, right? We have to go back anyway. When we get home, Sicky has diarrhea and fills the bag with poop. She has a fit while I'm changing her because she doesn't like the little bag stuck to her and flings poop everywhere including all over my pants. Wonderful! With no spare bag, I had to load everybody back up and go back to the Doctors office (did I mention it is at the hospital on the 3rd floor? and there are so many old people always at the hospital I have to park 3 blocks away??). So we get back right before their lunch break and get another bag put on plus a spare this time. Head back home. Remember the stroller this time. Good Grief! Nap time. Wake up and check the bag. 3 drops, but her diaper is soaked. What?! Luckily they gave me 2 bags this time. Attach second bag. It also catches 3 drops. So I load up everybody once more and head to the doctors. They try to do the test on the few drops so I don't have to come back. I think they took one look at me and decided to make it work. So she had stuff in her urine, but not enough to decide if she would need an antibiotic. So they send me home and tell me to call back tomorrow because they need to send it to the lab. I have one more miserable night of fevers and then tomorrow they tell me if she needs any medicine. By the way,if she does,she will need an ultrasound and dye study on her kidneys to make sure she doesn't have a kidney infection. Fabulous!

Then later while at the store, I had this fabulous conversation with the checker.
Checker: So, when are you due?
Me: November
Checker: Wow, that's like 3 months away. WOW, Where is it going to go? What are you going to do?
Me: Yeah, been wondering that myself. Thanks for boosting my self image. (didn't actually say the last part)
What do you mean what am I going to do? What exactly are my options at this point? Melt in the August heat, waddle around uncomfortably, and just stick it out. People, where has all the tact gone. It is like people throw it out the window when they come in contact with pregnant ladies. Heard this little gem the other day.
Tactless random lady: Wow, you must feel like you're going to pop! Are you sure it isn't twins?
So, after folding 3 loads of laundry, I am having a bubble bath and watching the Olympics until I fall asleep. Tomorrow will be a better day!

p.s. She seems to feel miraculously better when she's holding my phone. What a girl. So sorry if you get any phone call from me but I'm not there to talk to you!