When we got up this morning, D, my fiance, was determined to get me seen sooner rather than later. The pregnancy forum I visit put the notion in my head that there was an unspoken understanding among all the OBGYNs and midwives that a low risk pregnancy has to wait to be seen. I had no risk factors after all since I am in my mid-twenties, haven't had any troubling symptoms, and have had no previous miscarriages. Who was I to expect a doctor to give me the time of day before the second trimester?
It's why I proceeded to roll my eyes at D as he called planned parenthood who gave him a list of local OBGYNs. He would start each conversation with, "Hi, my fiance is 7 weeks pregnant, and I'm trying to find someplace willing to see her within the next couple of days." I could hear from his overly loud speaker a rendition of, "We would be happy to schedule an appointment... for a date in the next few weeks." I felt triumphant in my more accurate knowledge, yet I couldn't help feeling despondent with him. He was technically doing all this for me, and he knew I wanted to take a peek at baby's progress as much as he did. I was just more resigned to the fate of waiting than he was.
Then, D struck gold. He found an OBGYN that was more local who started immediately asking for my information. The phone was eventually handed to me to finish giving them my personal info. I figured I was being signed up for another OBGYN who would eventually tell us it will be a few weeks, so without much hope for a positive answer, I asked, "So when would we be able to get an appointment?" "Oh, we can get you in tomorrow morning!" Who cares that the only time slot is way earlier than D is used to being functional? We're getting an appointment! More than that, they are going to give me an ultrasound! We can finally get some visual proof that there is indeed a little person growing inside me and causing all these crazy symptoms. I was even willing to silence the stubborn voice of defeat that I was wrong and D was right. This is what we have been fighting to achieve for the past 3 weeks.
I couldn't help being in a better mood all day because of it. It was as if I lost my reason to be morose that I had all week. I didn't realize it, but some part of me didn't want to wait so long to see a doctor, and it was making me moody and snippy. Now I have every reason to hope to have some good news to shout from the mountains, some tangible proof to show everyone else when I tell them we're having a baby! Now I just need to draft up some questions I want answered from the doctor, set the alarm clock for an ungodly hour, and go see my baby.
As doctor House once said, "your fatigue, insomnia, and upset stomache are caused by a parasite. This parasite will stay in your system for approximately 9 months and be depedant on you for food and shelter until it rebels in it's teenage years."
ReplyDeleteSometimes the OBGYN will save video or still images of ultrasounds onto a disk. If you get some good images, be sure to post them for us to see. It's too bad that it's too early to tell the gender, but he can be whatever gender he wants to be.