Shots

Before we started trying to have a baby, my doctor wrote me a prescription for prenatal vitamins and told me to get a flu shot because I don't want to be pregnant and sick.

One year later, my new OB/GYN confirmed my pregnancy and told me to go out and get a flu shot.

The flu epidemic started getting pretty bad, and my mother called me and told me to get my ass to the pharmacy and get a flu shot.

This past Friday my brand new ultrasound doctor placed her hand on my knee, looked me in the eye and said, "I really need you to get a flu shot."

The time had come.

Now, I haven't had a shot (the medicinal kind) since 1988, so the idea of getting a shot was less than appealing, but I have someone else to think about now, so it was time to suck it up and get it done. Meh... I've waited this long, I'll do it tomorrow.

Saturday we registered at Babies R Us (see previous post), and I didn't want to deal with getting a shot, so I decided to do it Sunday.

Sunday we went to CVS and proclaimed that we were both there for a shot. That's right, my husband saw how scared I was, and offered to get one too to make me feel better. However, we were informed that our insurance doesn't cover flu shots, and we were going to have to pay $37.95 PER PERSON. Don't they know that I'm unemployed and don't have that kind of money right now? We were then informed that if we get the shot from our doctor, it would be free. I grabbed my insurance card, thanked the pharmacist, and we headed home. As soon as we got home I realized... we have a $35 co-pay for doctor's visits, so we were going to have to cough up the money either way. I'll go back to the pharmacy tomorrow.

The next morning I went bright and early to the pharmacy to get it done, and they had just run out of shots. UGH!! I called four other pharmacies and FINALLY found a Target that had the available. But there was a catch... the needles were smaller. Sounds great right? Nope... according the pharmacist, they're more painful.

I figured I'm three months away from pushing a human being out of my "hey nonny now now," so I may as well just get the shot and get it over with.

Wham, bam, thank you ma'am... I'm DONE! It hurt no more than a tattoo needle, and it's over with! I'm good for the year and baby Z is a little bit safer than we was before.

Oh, here's a picture of my bump! Twenty five weeks pregnant, and baby is the size of an eggplant! My poor shirt doesn't even cover my belly anymore.