An Update Of Sorts

The last few days I've been examining every twinge and sensation for both good and bad signs of what's going on with this pregnancy (gah, it still freaks me out to even write the word!)  My boobs have been sore ever since I started stims, so I know that symptom is completely irrelevant.  I've been getting the crampy thing a little, but the cramps are not nearly as frequent or intense as they were last time (of course I'm also scrutinizing what if any significance this might have.  Sometimes I think it's a bad thing, and then sometimes I think it might actually be a good thing, since we all know what happened last time anyway.)  Oh, I almost forgot that I'm pooped all the time too.  I think I forgot because the sleepiness is turning my short term memory into something that closely resembles swiss cheese.

But one thing that's definitely different this time is the creeping nausea I've been feeling the last 4 or 5 days now.  At first I wondered if I was just imagining the nausea, or if I was conjuring it up in my zeal to find some proof that this pregnancy is going well.  But when I almost yacked on the shoes of the guy next to me on the subway the other day because his breath was seriously rank and stinky, I finally accepted the fact that I wasn't imagining my nauseousness.  Last time, I only would get nauseous in the middle of the night, and then only if I smelled something really gross (like the disgusting polish sausage sandwiches M would bring home after a night out with the guys.)

Of course how many or how few symptoms one has while pregnant has nothing to do with its outcome.  I know this, I just can't help hoping it's a good thing.  And who knows, maybe it is.  In other positive developments, Dr. Don't Call Me Mark called me back Tuesday night, just as I was lying down for my acupuncture appointment.  All I could think while talking to Dr. Don't Call Me Mark was how nice it was to actually speak to a doctor who actually seemed to give a flip about me and my health, and how nice it would be to get out of Dr. Hot Shot's office.  As always, he was more than happy to talk to me about what's been going on the last few months, and about what's going on now (right, like Dr. Hot Shot would ever waste his time chatting with a shlub like me.)  He told me to go ahead and go to the ultrasound at Dr. Hot Shot's office next week, but that he would be more than happy to have me start seeing him the week after next. 

While I've heard that lots of OB practices don't do early ultrasounds or prenatal care, Dr. Don't Call Me Mark's office is completely different.  In fact, I'll get the same kind of monitoring there as I would at Dr. Hot Shot's office, but the care would actually all be done by a real live board certified Ob/Gyn instead of nurses and ultrasound techs (which is why I'm so nervous about staying at Dr. Hot Shot's office.)  And if things do start to go bad, I know that Dr. Don't Call Me Mark will actually be there to prop me up and provide me with top notch medical care.  Unfortunately I know that the overworked but still well intentioned medical paraprofessionals at Dr. Hot Shot's office aren't capable of seeing to my medical and emotional needs in this way.  So anyway, I'm going to put the full court press on Dr. Hot Shot's nurse next week to release me then and there so that I can ge the hell out.

Wish me luck.

Comments

[Emily]

Woohoo! Congrats, congrats, congrats! I'm glad you're moving on to a doctor who will be so helpful and caring. I'm glad that things are progressing well for you and wishing you a stressfree (as possible after infertility) 9 months.

xxxxoooo

[Nina]

Sounds great. Congratulations!!! Your OB sounds wonderful. :)
I hope everything goes smoothly from this point on.

[Dee]

Yea for Dr. Don't Call Me Mark! So glad you've got a caregiver that actually cares--novel concept in those parts!

Wishing you a smooth transition and a happy and uneventful 9 months!