For the past months I have been trying to find a doctor in our new community. I found several…I was trying for a female, and a family practitioner if possible, but willing to take what I could get if necessary.
What I found out was:
1. At work, all my calls are automatically forwarded to my voicemail where I do not know the password.
2. There were at least 3 offices that wouldn’t take you if they couldn’t get you in between 8 and 10 weeks.
Hence this week was the first time I was able to see a doctor. The following thoughts went through my mind while waiting for this appt.
1. Maybe it’s just a tumor that makes the hormone to set off the pregnancy tests.
2. Maybe it’s not really a baby.
3. I have an alleged baby.
But today, I went to my new doctor, who if she wasn’t just as good as my old doctor, she was better. Furthermore, their office has an ultrasound and I saw this child.
Now I can rate this day as highly as the day I heard Addy’s heartbeat, and I am for the most part out of the high risk part of pregnancy. To make this all better, as if it could get better, I got to have lunch at Greek Cusina, ride bikes tonight and get my first spring pedicure.