Wow. I feel like I just spent several hours in an alternate universe. I waited in the giant ob office waiting room for 40 minutes, watching many, many pregnant women coming and going. I started counting and then got bored at 30. When I first got off the elevator, I felt sick to my stomach, then remembered oh yeah, I’m here because I’m pregnant too. It still does not feel real. I’m ten weeks tomorrow.
I waited for so long that I almost went and asked at the check in desk if they had forgotten about me, but I didn’t want to be a bother. Finally a kind looking gray haired lady called my name and we went back into a little office.
She took my history and was generally very nice. “So, is this a clomid baby?” she asked. I had to explain my whole infertility history. She had never heard of femara. Her eyes got all wide when I explained our issues and how miraculous it is that this cycle worked at all. She was very nice, and was sympathetic about the previous miscarriage. She asked a million questions, and I answered them. I was hoping I could convince her to get me in to see my doctor early, but no such luck.
Apparently I am already slacking in the preparedness department.
“So, do you have a pediatrician yet?” she asked.
I said, “Oh god, should I? I’m not even entirely convinced this is really happening.”
Then she got all annoying and cheery on me. Think positive! Don’t give up! Everything will be fine! I wanted to smack her.
I was instructed to start interviewing pediatricians, sign up for childbirth classes, and tour the hospital. Like in the next week or two. It’s all very overwhelming and is triggering dead baby thoughts. I’m tempted to call up my RE and beg for another ultrasound to make sure it’s still there. The ob won’t see me for another two weeks.
Then she sent me down to the lab where they took eight (8!) vials of blood from me. I’ve never had that much blood taken, ever. I was half worried that I would pass out on the drive home.
Wow, I just realized how negative this whole post has been. I don’t really mean to be so negative. I’m just really worried, and I am not getting any reassurance. According to Nurse Blows Sunshine, I will get just one ultrasound, at 20 weeks. I told her that I want a NT scan, and she said I’d have to wait and talk to the doctor about it at 12 weeks. Maybe I should be looking for a different doctor.