What's new pussycat?

Not much, actually. I have some minor ramblings, though.
Yesterday (Wednesday), we met up with Julie, Luke and Riley at Castaic Lake to feed the ducks. We parked on the street because the 17 year old who felt VERY authoritative in her little toll booth was going to charge us $11 to park...at almost 4pm! Heck no! So, we had a little bit of a walk but it went well, Zach and Riley held hands for most of the walk, which was TOO cute. Then on the way back, they were both helping me push the stroller when Julie reminded me that this is what it'll be like if they are boy/girl twins. These reality checks kind of throw me for a loop.
When we got to the water, there were no duck to be found, which was weird. There's always ducks, especially if they see the bread bag. So, Julie suggested to Luke to call for the ducks. He quacked for about a minute and would you believe those damn ducks came?! That kid's got talent, I tell ya'.

Have a mentioned that I don't like my OB? Long story short, the hospital where I had Zach (5 minutes from home) does not have a NICU, and with twins the babies often need help in some form. My OB delivers his mulitples at this ghetto hospital that I don't want to go to. Sharing a room with a gang banger or a crack whore does not sound like a fun time to me. So, I had to find an OB that delivers at Tarzana Hospital. Lovely place, great NICU, have had friends deliver there and loved it. So, my friend refers me to her OB. At the first appointment, she doesn't introduce herself, just walks in and starts talking. OK, whatever...maybe she's busy.
When we start talking about my IVF history, she asks how many embryos were transferred. Granted, this is right on the heals of Octo-Mom. When I tell her 4, she balks, looks at me like I'm an idiot and practically tells me my fertility Doc is a bigger idiot for transferring that many.
(Ok, step off, biznatch. I'll get all Antioch up in your grill.)
So, needless to say, she rubbed me the wrong way right off the bat. But, at that point, I was about 12 weeks along, and I didn't feel I had the time (what, with Zach at home) to go interviewing a bunch of doctors. Besides, I've had a baby, I know what to expect...it's fine. I'll have her deliver these babies and then it's back to my normal OB.

Well....
I hate her more and more and now I'm really in a mess. Here's what happened on Monday at my last appointment (that would have lasted 4 minutes had I not had a question).

Nurse puts doppler on my tummy to find heartbeat, finds it in about a millisecond.

Me: Wow! You're good! You knew exactly where to put that thing!

BD (Bitchy Doctor): Oh, that was just luck. (Meanwhile she's still trying to find the heartbeat on her side of the huge tummy).
Me: No, that takes skill! Good job! (Shy nurse smiles sweetly).
Both heartbeats are now found.
BD: Ok, we'll see you in 4 weeks!
Me: Umm...how's my weight gain?
BD: (flipping throught chart) Well, you're up 11 lbs. since, and I want you to be up 3-4lbs, but you have twins, so maybe 6-7....

I stop listening at this point. I'm up 11lbs, since WHEN? Since February? Since I was 12? Since last appointment?

BD: Have you had your 1 hour glucose test yet? (Test where they check for Gestational Diabetes).
Me: No, I'm doing it in two days.
BD: Have you been watching your carbs and proteins? (In a bitchy sing-song voice)
Me: Truthfully, no. I'm dreading getting the diagnosis again and after 17 weeks of puking, have been enjoying eating.
BD: Well, YOU control if you get GD again. If you haven't been watching your diet then you're probably going to get it.

Oh really? I can control if I get GD? Not so much you dumb broad. I can control the GD once I get it, but I can't control IF I get it or not. That's like saying you can control what color hair you're born with...I can control my brown hair my dyeing it blonde, but I still have brown hair!
She then asks me (for the third time, now) how big Zach was. I say 6.11oz. She's impressed...I explain that I was a very compliant patient and did what was asked of me. She then felt the need to lecture me on what foods I need to be eating. I tell her I've been down this road before, I know. She then tells me if I have it then she's going to send me to the diabetic center so I can learn all about GD.
At this point I wanted to scream, "YOU'RE NOT LISTENING TO ME YOU #$@!!*(*(*%. I'VE BEEN DOWN THIS ROAD BEFORE!!!!"
Being the courteous person that I am, I did not say that and instead just fumed about it the entire way home.

So, my other friend just gave me another number for an OB she's heard good things about so cross your fingers that she accepts me as a patient at 24 weeks prego. I'll keep you updated.
Anyway, that's all the news here. Oh, have I mentioned that when these babies are born I intend to have the biggest, most delicious margarita ever, with the rim perfectly coated in salt? Do you think I can have that in the hospital instead of pain meds?