Yesterday, I thought it was Thursday.  When I found out it was only Wednesday, I was entirely disappointed. 

Today, I saw that it was Thursday, and thought to myself, “Wow, this week has gone fast!”  Ha!

I am so very tired, and I can’t figure out why.  I get plenty of sleep.  I have possibly messed up my schedule by being used to getting up at 4:30 and going to the gym, and now I’m sleeping in until 7:30.   You’d think that three extra hours of sleep would do me good!  I just have to get up and go to the gym tomorrow and see how I feel.

Sometimes it’s hard for me to think about what’s going on enough to write about.  I have the same job every day – different patients, same situations.

For example, today I scanned a fertility patient.  She has been taking clomid in order to ovulate, and then has what’s called and IUI, or intra-uterine insemination in order to increase her chances of conceiving.  Now, even when using fertility drugs and doing IUIs, there is still no 100% chance of getting pregnant.  I’m sure she knows that. 

She came in today for an ultrasound to confirm viability.  This means, we need to see a heart beat.  However, she pushed so hard to get an ultrasound that even by good dates, she is only about 6 weeks pregnant.  This mean, in the BEST case scenario, there might be the signs of a proper pregnancy forming, but there may not be a heart beat yet, and there may not even be a ‘baby’ yet.  I explained this to her, letting her know that there are lots of ‘normal’ things to see at this stage of the pregnancy that don’t include seeing a baby.  She seemed to understand, nodded, and we proceeded.

As I expected, we saw a gestational sac that measured about 4 weeks 5 days, as well as the yolk sac.  This, by all normal expectations, is entirely good news and headed in the right direction for a normal pregnancy.  But, since she didn’t see a heart beat today, she became immediately frustrated, petrified that something is wrong, and that she’s going to miscarry.

I can’t say she’s not going to have a miscarriage.  I can’t say she WILL.  I know people are paranoid and upset when it comes to having children, and this is entirely, completely the most important thing on her mind.  I just hate being right in the middle of the rudeness, and abrupt treatment people give when they don’t get the news they want.  I hate feeling like people are upset at ME for the news they get.

I’ve said all this before, I’ve written all this before.  Same situation, different patients.  I wish I knew of some way to change it, but there isn’t any.  Take the good with the bad, and enjoy the really good for what it’s worth.  There is a lot to love about my job, I just have to let the rude people roll off my back.