Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice – That’s what Fri-YAY’s are made of 🍂🌾🍁

Thursday was my first visit with my endocrinologist. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting someone nice. As awful as that sounds, I just have a bitter taste in my mouth now and that’s truly ashame because I {personally} know of wonderful specialists out there. These previous two guys just didn’t set this whole experience off to a good start. 

Well, I was proven WRONG! She was absolutely wonderful! I think I was probably in the exam room for an hour or possibly even longer. She’s super thorough & upon leaving {and making my following appointment}, I expressed to the receptionist how awesome Dr. H was. She smiled & assured me that I would get that same treatment every time.  She also said something that I think is quite amazing & speaks volumes on Dr. H’s behalf. She said that 6 months from now if I call in about our conversation today, she {the receptionist} can go back there and talk with her and she {Dr. H} will remember just who I am and just about our whole conversation. Thank God for FINALLY reaching a good doctor! Well, let me rephrase, one that I like. I have prayed and prayed & they were, indeed, answered. 

So, at the very end of our visit, Dr. H asks if I could be back at the clinic the next morning @ 7AM for labs/further testing. My first thought: absolutely, whatever you need. My second thought: Holy moly! That means I need to be on the road for 6:15am {because I can’t stand being late even though I always am 🙄 & sometimes I drive like Miss Daisy}. My third thought: What time does that put me waking up?! Geezums! Today’s one of those days where I wouldn’t terribly mind if Reesey woke up at 4:30am. But YES, I can be back at 7 because I want to get a straight answer to all of this. Oh Maegan, and by the way — nothing to eat or drink after midnight. Sure, I can deal. Oh but wait, that means no coffee in the morning. Agh, how will I survive? Even more, what if people talk to me before spoken to? {I have a mean bite before a certain hour without my “mama juice”.} Le sigh. 

7:08am – screeched all up in the p-lot on two wheels 

By 7:15, all checked in & sitting in the waiting room chok-a-blok FULL.

 Waited for almost an hour to be called back, but to be honest, it felt like a vacay of sorts after the week that Reesey Girl & I have had. I sat there with my eyes closed. For ONCE, my mind wasn’t racing a billion times around the track. I could actually just relax & enjoy the sounds of silence. Well ya know, we mamas can tune stuff out here & there and that’s exactly what I did. I just had to remember to listen for “Beaudet” {or “Beau-day” as we’re more commonly referred to}. 

The shenanigans took place. I left & drove very briskly to the nearest Starbucks… and got to experience my first {venti} Pumpkin Spice Latte of the season. Hello, cooler weather, oh how we’ve missed you so. It feels cooler to me at times – is it really though? I think I felt a slight breeze yesterday though. 🍃 Today seems to be proving the same way! Did I mention that I canNOT wait for fall. No, like actual fall – like chilly, legging-wearing, all-about-the-boots weather. {but let’s be real here, it doesn’t really turn cold til like January. 😒} #lovehaterelationshipwiththeseasons🙋🏻

Got on the road home & met the mean BR traffic. Finally got through with some shortcuts & stopped by my old office to visit with Kris, Janel, & Angie. {CHILD-FREE} Ahh, it makes me miss working so super bad, especially when you got to work for the #1 boss of all time. I think the need for adult conversation is something fierce these days. But I know I would miss the heck out of my sassafrass & if I had to put her in daycare, I would worry she wasn’t being taken care of the way I care for her. #adultingishard 

Couldn’t have asked for a more perfect day with my little family once I got home though. We were all together – and that’s my perfect. We may have had a few meltdowns, but that seems to be the norm with Sassafrass these days. She thinks she rules the roost & she doesn’t do too well when I remind her that I’m the mama hen to her. 🐓🐣 She only gets to be Mama Hen to her babies.  No whip-pops were handed out either {or none that I can recall.} #score 

That’s all I’ve got for today.

xo,

Maegan