The last time I saw doctors A {for future reference this is my original team of doctors}, they ran some tests which came back normal {I hate the word normal as it relates to my fertility woes- normal means 'we don't know what's wrong'}, so I was referred to an Reproductive Endocrinologist {RE}. I found the ONLY one who works in this area and got the next available appointment which was 2 months from the day. My plan was to work-out, eat right, and not worry about trying to get pregnant because that was her job. So, stupidly {in hindsight} I didn't make an appointment with a new "regular" OB GYN {doctors B from now on}.
Well, surprise. You're pregnant.
And by golly, give yourself a gold star because you've stayed pregnant for 5 whole days!
So this morning out of fear that it could be chemical {again} or heaven forbid ectopic {again}, I called doctors B to make an appointment. I politely explained my history and my situation and apologized for finding myself pregnant. Transferred to nurse. Explain again. She then tells me that since I have no established care here they can't see me until I'm 8 weeks {in roughly 2 weeks}. I explain again that I am high-risk and need to have my levels monitored in early pregnancy. Told then to call doctors A who are over 3 hours away. What?! I make the silly 8 week appointment and go to work.
At this point, I'm turned off by this place, however, they are the only ones who have an RE and accept my insurance.
I call doctors A and explain... they say flat out they were not order the blood tests because what if something is wrong? What are they going to do about it 3 hours away. I understand. The lovely nurse tells me to lie {ha ha} and say I'm cramping and spotting to get in quicker. I hatch a better plan.
I call doctors B back. Explain it to receptionist who transfers me to nurse. Explain my WHOLE situation again, but this time I add that my anxiety levels are through the roof because I'm scared something could be wrong, like an ectopic AGAIN, and I'm sure this can't be healthy for a new pregnancy.
{Which in reality, my anxiety levels are pretty good considering.}
Bingo! Well we can get you in tomorrow at 8:20am with the nurse practitioner who can order labs. But then of course she added, this won't be your full first appointment, you'll still have to come back for that.
I tell her that's fine, I'd rather get peace of mind from having my beta's drawn so I know my numbers are ok.
I think at this point, she realizes I'm not your typical newly-pregnant-lady. I'm well informed and aware of the care I need, and I will stand up for myself to get it. I'm not really impressed thus far with doctors B, but I have little choice. I really think I'll end up back home to see my old high-risk specialist at least once.
So after all that, I'm finally set. I tell work I need to come in late and all is set.
In other news, in a panic a few months ago, I bought 50 pregnancy test strips from Amazon.com. I mean at 21 cents a piece they are a steal. So that's what I've been using to test. The line has gotten darker each morning which has given me a great deal of peace of mind, but I decided this afternoon that one of those fancy digital tests which has a higher HCG tolerance would at least let me know my levels were over 25. So I picked up a few on the way home and low and behold....
Seeing in print brings a whole new level to this.
I'm kind of surprised that my anxiety level isn't through the roof... but from the moment I found out I've been sort of detached and at peace. My mantra is "my body will accept and nourish this pregnancy" and whenever I find myself getting nervous, I just say that over and over again. It has helped a lot. While I realize that anything could still go wrong, for some reason I feel like it's going to be okay.
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