Crap! I got caught in TV land.
So You Think You Can Dance… well, no, I don’t. But I’m pretty much addicted. I wont delete the shows off of my DVR so I can go back and watch all of my favorite dances. Last night’s episode was AMAZING. There wasn’t a single dance that didn’t almost move me to tears, and quite a few that DID. (I’m hormonal, give me a break.)
Anyways. I had my first “new OB” appointment today. It was at 8:45 this morning, and it feels like three days ago. I had a pretty terribly busy day at the clinic, and everything I ended up doing was difficult. By the end of the afternoon, I had only done three exams – two of them were invasive procedures (a CVS and an amniocentesis); the third ended up being a set of 24 week twins that needed to be sent to the hospital because of preterm labor. I think today I was more emotionally exhausted than physically.
But I didn’t have a nap! I really want to hit the sack when I’m done here and sleep through the night.
Back to the new OB visit. I am going to a clinic right next to where I work, so traveling to appointments wont be an issue. It’s not the same clinic that I worked at for the last year, even though I’d be more than comfortable seeing my old docs. Since I’m down town 5 days a week anyways, I figured I might as well make it easy on myself and stay in the area. The doctor I met today was Dr. P. She was sweet, patient, funny and very very nice. The clinic that I chose allows you to have a primary OB, so you wont be bounced around to all of the docs. I think I made a great choice. Got some blood drawn, did the fancy ‘pelvic exam’, and then everyone teased me about how many ultrasounds I’ve probably had already. (Only 2!)
I’ve been reading things, learning things, looking up information. I have been the sideliner so long in pregnancy… I’ve seen it all. All the good, all the bad, all the really super awful… now I get to wait and see what it’s like for me. I read an article today called, “Throw the Plan Away” and it basically just said that it doesn’t matter what you want, or how you think it’s gonna go… you just need to go with the flow.
Suck it up, buttercup. Go with the flow. That’s my new mantra.