After the First Appointment

The first appointment was Saturday. It was awful. The Doctor was a complete and total asshole. I basically left thinking that I am going to miscarry. Nice, huh? I know they have to cover their asses and all that jazz, but come the eff on? For real? He was one of those Doctor's that didn't take the time to actually ask me how it was going or anything of the like. My whole point for being there so damn early was the vaginal infection. I ended up having to get blood drawn and I'm supposed to do that last night, Wed night and Fri night. Wait, let me back up. The ultra sound. The lady doing it said, "Here is your gestational sac." I said, "Is there anything in it?" She said I don't answer questions, you need to talk to the Doctor. Since this is my first pregnancy and all, I'm freaking out. We had the ultra before seeing the Doc so this is going really well at this point. I basically covered ther Doctor, he's an asshole. Very impatient. It was obvious that we were the lst ones of the day. So then I go to have my labs done. I HATE needles. Fucking hate them. It goes back to when I was a kid and the lab person stuck a needle in my arm and dug it around for five minutes trying to catch the freakin' vein. I had a bruise up my arm for a week. I'm telling the lady about my past experiences with needles and I asked her if she can't find the vein to please take out the needle and try somewhere else. The snotface, looked at me and said, "You better get used to it." FUCKING unbelieveable. By the time Chuck and I left, I was in tears, sobbing. THe Doctor seriously made me think I was not going to carry this kid.



Fast forward to last night. We go to the 7 pm appointment. The lady at the desk hands me a cup to pee in. "No one told me I'd have to pee in a cup again. I peed before we left." She apologized, I said don't worry about it. Then she tells me I hav a co-pay. The little chicky-poo from Saturday was sitting behind her. I said according to her, we don't have any more co-pay's. They chit-chat, the chicky poo gets kinda snotty with her. I go on to tell her (in a very annoyed and I'm almost in tears I'm so effing pissed) that after the last visit, which was our first, that I am ready to change practice's. Turns out this lady is the clinical manager or something. She pulls me into a room and I tell her everything. She was way cool, Even if she was full of shit and just trying to calm me down, so did it. I tell her about the doctor. It also comes about that if I do have a vaginal infection then the Doc can't treat it until the 2nd trimester. If the jackass had said that Saturday when I was bringing it up I would have shut up about the whole thing. I also told her about the lab lady. She gave me her card and said to call her to make appointments and everything. I told her how leaving the office on Saturday I felt like that there was no way I going to carry this thing at all, that I figured I'd have a miscarriage in the next week or so. She got all panicked. Okay, that's all better. On to the appointment with the Doctor.

Doctor Jackass finally came in the room. Turns out I have 3 (count them 3) infections going on down there. Two I can't pronounce and the other is a UTI. Anyone who knows me knows my smart ass grin people get when I know I'm right. Well, Doctor Jackass got it times ten. Then he goes on to tell me that my numbers are in the 3200 range. Which means to say that he over freaking reacted, in being so damned negative. (It comes down to the fact that we have no idea when we concieved. When we gave him our best guess, he got all pessimistic (even after we kept saying, we really have no idea) So, now I don't have to have blood drawn every other day, I go back in Saturday the 13th for another ultra sound to see if the heart beat is going on. Oh yeah, on the 13th I'll be 6 weeks and 1 day knocked up. I guess you should see the heart beat at 6 weeks. After that point, if we see the heart beat, then I'll pass out this blog address to bore everyone to tears with my updates on being knocked up!!