by the week of thanksgiving, it had been four months and my cycles were still out of wack, so i made an ob appt. being 2008, i figured there would be something they could do for me. not that four months is particularly long, but with cycles ranging from under 3 to over 7 weeksl, and lack of decent info from my pcp, i felt a check-up couldn't hurt.
my appointment was at 2:30 on monday, december first*. i arrived with my bbt charts in hand, which included some other info that would be helpful in predicting good days for, ahem, trying, as well as testing.
the tech had me pee in a cup and showed me to an exam room. when the dr saw me, i explained that the charting software had said i'd ovulated, and to pee on a stick on friday, november 21, then a week before that, changed its mind and said that ovulation had not been detected. i'd tested that day anyway (10 days prior), and came up NO. which was fine, because my sister was having her thanksgiving bash the next day, and if i wasn't pregnant, at least i could take part in festivities, right?
the dr checked my charts, and said i should have ovulated about when the software originally said. She suggested we do an ultrasound, to check for bad things to rule them out, then figure out what to do. i was led to the u/s waiting area, and started to get nervous. what if there's something really wrong, and the pill had had nothing to do with it? what if...oh the doctor's back. "new plan," she said. "let's talk in my office."
GULP.
"you have not gotten your period lately," she told me, "because you are pregnant."
me: oh my god.
dr: it looks like you're about 6 weeks.
me: oh my god.
in a daze, i accepted the bag of vitamins and the pamphlets she handed me, and made an appointment for the next week.
thank goodness daren answered when i got to the car and called him.
daren: any news?
me: yeah
daren: what kind of news?
me: big news.
he decided to cancel his students and come home so we could celebrate. next i called my mom. she cried.
*you'll notice that this date, the date i discovered my pregnancy, is AFTER thanksgiving. just want to make that clear as i've heard someone is convinced (unfoundedly) i was keeping secrets over that weekend.
Monday, February 9
Wednesday, January 21
catching up (circa 8/08)
Today I'm 12 weeks, with my first. It's really starting to sink in, but I can't help but worry (I'm a real worrier, that's why my friends call me Whiskers. Wil Ferrell as Harry Caray? Anyone? Never mind). I've only known about the pregnancy for 7 of the 12 weeks, and since those 7 weeks have gone by so slowly, well, I don't think it will ever be August!
I said I was going to be good about blogging and recording my feelings & such, but I've slacked so far. Therefore, as I near the end of the first third of this journey, I shall play the age-old game of "Catch Up."
In the beginning...
We (I) decided that we would start trying after our first wedding anniversary. So, on June 30, after over ten years, I stopped taking birth control. So many people (including my mom) had told me that they got pregnant right away when they got off the pill. So I waited.
My cycles were out of whack. I didn't make an OB appointment, because it had only been a few months. I did go to my GP twice over the summer, for other issues, and being that she's a doctor, thought I could ask her about it:
Me: oh by the way, is it normal that my cycles are 19 days then 35 then 30 then 50?
Dr: How long have you been trying?
Me: [the length of time it had been]
Dr: well, it usually takes [the length of time it had been one month]
The second time, I saw the PA instead of my doctor. I got the same response, plus some more, that I didn't nor never would, ask for:
PA: Where are you spiritually?
Me: Um, nowhere? We have our beliefs, but don't really go to church.
PA: Well, I'm a Christian, but don't think I'm cramming anything down your throat, as I proceed to cram it down your throat, including, but not limited to "God has a plan."
Now, I understand and respect that people make their religious choices, and even want to spread it to others (see: my dad). I found this exchange extremely inappropriate, though, as I was asking a medical question of a medical professional, and did not get a medically professional response. I almost called the office the next day to complain, but did not, being a champion of "why rock the boat on purpose when I do so often without realizing?". I did advise my mom and sister to avoid her.
(Note: recently my sister had a super sinus infection, and went in for the sole purpose of getting medication for it. She saw the PA. The PA refused to prescribe her anything. I don't know if they aren't allowed to or what, but she did not indicate that to my sister.)
Things did start looking up, obviously. Next post: The Topsy-Turvy OB Appointment.
I said I was going to be good about blogging and recording my feelings & such, but I've slacked so far. Therefore, as I near the end of the first third of this journey, I shall play the age-old game of "Catch Up."
In the beginning...
We (I) decided that we would start trying after our first wedding anniversary. So, on June 30, after over ten years, I stopped taking birth control. So many people (including my mom) had told me that they got pregnant right away when they got off the pill. So I waited.
My cycles were out of whack. I didn't make an OB appointment, because it had only been a few months. I did go to my GP twice over the summer, for other issues, and being that she's a doctor, thought I could ask her about it:
Me: oh by the way, is it normal that my cycles are 19 days then 35 then 30 then 50?
Dr: How long have you been trying?
Me: [the length of time it had been]
Dr: well, it usually takes [the length of time it had been one month]
The second time, I saw the PA instead of my doctor. I got the same response, plus some more, that I didn't nor never would, ask for:
PA: Where are you spiritually?
Me: Um, nowhere? We have our beliefs, but don't really go to church.
PA: Well, I'm a Christian, but don't think I'm cramming anything down your throat, as I proceed to cram it down your throat, including, but not limited to "God has a plan."
Now, I understand and respect that people make their religious choices, and even want to spread it to others (see: my dad). I found this exchange extremely inappropriate, though, as I was asking a medical question of a medical professional, and did not get a medically professional response. I almost called the office the next day to complain, but did not, being a champion of "why rock the boat on purpose when I do so often without realizing?". I did advise my mom and sister to avoid her.
(Note: recently my sister had a super sinus infection, and went in for the sole purpose of getting medication for it. She saw the PA. The PA refused to prescribe her anything. I don't know if they aren't allowed to or what, but she did not indicate that to my sister.)
Things did start looking up, obviously. Next post: The Topsy-Turvy OB Appointment.
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