Here Comes the Water

I used to pride myself last pregnancy (1st mistake) about how I never let my hormones get the best of me. You know...the tendency for pregnant women to burst into tears when they can't find what they're looking for at Walmart (wasn't me) or rumors about how someone can accidental look at a pregnant women in a different way (not even a wrong way!) and she'd instantly release the flood gates (also not me). Yes. For some reason I escaped the wrath of the Hormone Fairy Demon-ess when I carried Lincoln.
But ladies and gentlemen (if there are gentlemen who read the blogs??) - I'm afraid she has found me. There's actually quite a few examples, but here's the latest (10 minutes ago, to be exact...eyes still red).
I have been having trouble getting the right contact prescription and had a run-in w/ my last optometrist (I'll save you the ridiculous details of how they attempted insurance fraud with me), and after countless times of letting him try to get it right - and failing, mind you - I was told by many close friends and family to see an Optomologist instead (medical eye doctor).
So I made the appointment some time back, and today was the day. I was so excited, even in the midst of stying home for day #2 from being sick. Excited because I was actually going to get contacts that fit and didn't hurt my eyes. Excited to not have to wear my glasses 80% of the time (when I don't bear through the contacts) since they are not conducive to my current lifestyle (i.e. working out, Lincoln grabbing for them, not being able to wear sunglasses, etc...).
Understated, I.Was.Pumped.
First prick to my bubble, I arrive and the receptionist says, "The doctor thinks you should just see an optometrist...is that okay?"
No. They have not been able to figure out my eyes. I want the doc.
So then I feel utterly stupid when the doctor agrees to go ahead and see me because I know the whole time in his head, he is thinking "This is a ridiculous waste of my time" after he's probably uttered mean things to the staff about how stupid that little girl is for insisting on an Optomologist.
THEN, he checks my eyes and goes..."Honey - you're pregnant. You just honestly don't need to do anything right now. I can fit you for contacts but you're just gong to be unsatisfied with me and I see that was your problem with the last guy cause your prescription will change."
But you don't understand! I can't keep wearing my glasses! They give me headaches and i can't just not wear them - everything looks like blobs!
Then he looked at me in a fatherly tone (and slightly arrogant) and said "You're pregnant - YOU'RE PREGNANT...you don't need to do all that stuff...YOU'RE PREGNANT."
Really?
Then he followed it up with, "I'm the expert, but if you really want contacts now, I can get someone in here to fit them, but YOU'RE PREGNANT.
So if I say yes - I NEED contacts!!! Then I'm not following expert advice???
Instantly my eyes started welling with tears because I could not understand why he wasn't being helpful. I felt like he was holding a grudge that I wanted to see him instead of an Optometrist.
He then checked my eyes for dryness and said I have really bad tear ducts for my age.
I was on the verge of showing him otherwise.
I wanted so badly to insist he fit me for some contacts, but I was about to burst into tears (thank goodness I was sick because it looked like I had emerging cold symptoms - I think), so I tried to keep speaking to a minimal to keep from exposing my wavering voice.
So I paid him my money and walked out with a broken spirit, no contacts, and what seemed like - perfectly fine working tear ducts.
And I cried all the way home.
And was reminded yet again, that I'M PREGNANT.