The appointment went really well overall. I got to pee in a cup, have my breasts checked, have a pelvic exam and screening for a couple of STDs, answer a bazillion questions and heard what my schedule of appointments will be like for the next 6 months. Oh, and I got to meet with one of their financial people to talk about costs and payments. I was also presented with a reusable bag (seriously nice -- with a zipper) full of info from the two major hospitals in town (though they took the info on one of them out -- since I work at one of the hospitals, I will be delivering there), a BabiesRUs catalog, a list of OTC drugs I can take and much more. To say the appointment was overwhelming would be an understatement.
I've lost 3 pounds since I was there a couple of weeks ago (I was afraid I had a yeast infection -- I didn't), even though I feel like I eat ALL.THE.TIME! Best part -- the Doppler and hearing baby's heart beating at a lovely 166 bpm. Next week we have our first trimester screening ultrasound and bloodwork and then won't have another ultrasound for about 8 weeks. I've really gotten spoiled with the multiple ultrasounds from the REs office.
Other random things going on:
- I have a lovely cold/cough thing going on. I finally gave in and went to the walk-in clinic yesterday when I could barely get out of bed and was coughing so hard I was gagging. I'm on antibiotics and the mend now. I'm not good at being sick. I'm not good at being patient. It's been a long week (just ask my husband)
- Despite said cold, my smell sensor is working overtime. I'm afraid of what it will be like when I can breathe again. Tonight my husband made himself something for dinner and I seriously considered leaving the room. I thought I was getting over the nausea thing, but tonight it came back with a vengeance. I actually told my husband I wanted to puke just to feel better.
- We joke that we haven't told our cat yet that he is going to be a "big brother". This weekend we had friends over and I was cuddled up on the couch with their 5 week old son on my chest/tummy. The cat sat on the coffee table and GLARED at me, and then climbed on the back of the couch -- something he doesn't normally do -- and laid there glaring at me. This could be interesting.
- This past week marked the 6 year mark of when I took my last birth control pill. Six years on this journey has changed who I am today. Infertility will ALWAYS be a part of me in both good and bad ways. I think what I miss the most is my innocence with this pregnancy. I worry about every little thing, and rejoice in every milestone passed (I actually wondered this past week -- and yes, I googled it -- if I could kill my baby by coughing so much). Seriously -- some days I think I should be put in a padded room.
On that note, I'm calling it a night.