I have a meeting that is slated to begin at 3:30. That is right around the time that Christy calls. I don’t want to attend this meeting as it is, but I especially don’t want to attend it while I am waiting for a call. The lab tech yesterday said I should hear about 1:30, and I laughed. I said “try 3:30” I wasn’t trying to be rude, but that is how late she has been calling.
While we wait, I made an appointment w/a GYN. I told the scheduler I am concerned about the recurrent bleeding, and the fact that I now have pain. They can get me in on Wednesday. She offered to contact the nurse to see if I needed to be seen sooner, but I told her Wednesday was fine. Here I am concerned for infection that could rob my fertility, or what is left of it, and I tell her we can wait till Wednesday. She did advise if the bleeding got heavier, the pain worse, or if I start running a fever to get to the ER immediately. Have I mentioned that my office is always 78 degrees? So I never know if its ‘me’ or the its the room. She also said that its their proceedure to do an ultrasound following a miscarriage. So I will at least have one of those finally. I am so impressed, that if I like this doctor and if I ever get pregnant again I think I will utilize their services.
While we wait I ordered my baby juice. It will be nice to have it waiting for me in the fridge when we are ready. No longer do I hold out hope that it will be in 3 weeks and some odd days. However, just having it there will give me comfort. For that means that at some point normalcy will have returned, and I will be able to try again. Or, if I do have an infection and I sue the RE for failure to listen to me…I will have enough money to hire myself a surrogate, and will have the meds already available to me.
So that’s whats been going on. The cell phone is charged and on vibrate and I sit here and anxiously wait…