Last week, I really, really wasn’t ready to make any medical appointments in the U.S., for fear of jinxing the pregnancy. However, knowing how well-regarded and popular my high-risk OB is, and having the doctors here reiterate the importance of setting up an appointment in the U.S. right away, I called.
The receptionist told me that my doctor is booked through the fall, and that she would try to get me an appointment with someone else in the practice, at least for the first one. I really, really didn’t want to meet with another doctor. I mean, I don’t mind having appointments with other doctors in the practice later on, and fortunately I did when I was pregnant with Kate, since my doctor didn’t deliver her, but yeah, for the first appointment, I wanted MY doctor. ::whine whine:: I even pulled the “can you please ask her nurse if she’d see me, and mention me by name” card. IT WORKED!
When I called back a few days later, the receptionist stated that my doctor said that of course she wanted to see me, and to make room in her schedule. HOORAY! The week prior to seeing my doctor, they’ve scheduled me for blood work, an ultrasound and then a 1 ½ hour intake meeting. WHOA! I have no idea what we’re going to discuss for over an hour. The receptionist said they’ve blocked a total of three hours for me. Again, WHOA! The appointment the following week is when I’ll actually be meeting with my doctor. The fact that the appointments are made and everything fell into place much too easily, is causing me great anxiety.
Tomorrow I go for my final appointment at the clinic here (another ultrasound and intralipid infusion). Hoping and praying there are still two heartbeats, but terrified that there are not.