It occurs to me that all these posts are negative. I can't help it. I mean, shit. Dr. Foster today literally said “You had two positive pregnancy tests. All that is indicative of is that you had two positive pregnancy tests. It doesn't mean you're pregnant.”
We'll be happy and excited and giddy once someone FOR THE LOVE OF GOD confirms that I *am* pregnant.
Until then, we're just tense.
But I did take a prenatal vitamin from the samples they gave me today, just in case.
So today's appointment at the OB (Dr. Foster) was a train wreck. Three stabs and they couldn't get blood outta me. The doctor was a rude, arrogant jerk. He did a rather painful Pap on me while explaining that I was TOO LARGE for them to attempt to use their ultrasound equipment (which is apparently barely useful for anything but making sure a full-term baby is in there…) From the sound of what they told me today, they never do ultrasounds in-office other than to attempt to see the position of a full-term baby. Which seems asinine to me.
I was reduced to tears twice trying to get someone to understand that we just desperately want to know for sure that I am pregnant, and some indication of how far along I am, so we can come to terms with how long the fetus (embryo? dunno, depends on how far gone I am) was exposed to the Schedule C meds.
He did *directly* contradict what Dr. Wellborn told me about all my meds though. He said they keep women on all the drugs I was on throughout their pregnancies. So who knows, maybe I won't be on insulin after all.
He referred me to a Perinatalogist practice, but they're not going to be my regular OB? I don't quite understand, but they're gonna keep track of the diabetes + HBP pregnancy stuff, and Dr. Foster's office will keep track of the baby? I don't know. It took involving 4 nurse chicks and another doctor to figure out where I was being referred to and why.
So I have an appointment with Dr. Foster in 4 weeks, on December 16th. I have an appointment with the High-Risk group tomorrow at 1:30. I know that's not gonna go over well at work, but hopefully after this week I won't have a million appointments for a while.
I/we just want to know for sure. No one at these doctor's offices seems to understand that. How can they be so curt and blase about stuff like this, especially when they know it's our first time?
I hate medicine in Nevada.
Breakfast today was a souped-up vanilla slim fast. HFS, it tasted SO sweet. But I figure its got the right amount of carbs, plus the extra protein I add to it. AND, it's got a lot of vitamins and nutrients – so that's good since I haven't gone and gotten any pre-natals yet. I wanna see what the OB says today.
I was kinda urky this morning when I woke up, but my belly was upset last night so I tried not to worry about it. I had a little bit of panic last night – I had such horrible pain in my very low belly I thought for a minute that something must be wrong. But it was either a bad IBS attack or the leftover thai food not agreeing with me. Round 2 was this morning, but not nearly as bad. No major pains this time either.
I'm still seeing more color on the tissue when I wipe than I'd like. I'll be sure to ask the OB about that today. I should maybe make a list – or at least bring something to write on.
I'm anxious to confirm that things are progressing as they should. Talking with Paul last night was hard. I saw how upset he was getting, explaining why he can't let himself get excited about it yet. I was kind of assuming that things would be OK, but Paul seems convinced that I'm gonna lose the baby just because “we fail at this.” Hopefully today he'll get whatever information he needs to relax and just enjoy the fact that we're pregnant.
I *do* hope very much that they figure out that I'm more like 6 weeks along as opposed to 10-11 weeks.