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.