6w0d - first appointment

Now that I have finally calmed down from my appointment on Thursday, let me try to explain how horrid it was...

First of all, this was the 'group' appointment, which I was told was a 90 minute informational session on what to expect for the rest of the pregnancy. Well...I got there and checked in and it was me and two other women. The first was a lady who was 12 weeks and just figured out she was pregnant, the other was a nice couple that didn't speak much english and was terrified because her first pregnancy and labor did not go smoothly. So I was already uncomfortable, didn't feel like I related to these other women I was sitting there with. I quickly figured out that this "informational session" was for THEIR information, not mine. I had to fill out my own health history, half of which was in doctor lingo I didn't understand. I also had to chug the orange crap for my glucose test which I was not expecting to get that day.

Anyway, during this session I found out that the doctor's office would not confirm my pregnancy for me through either a urine test or a blood test - they were just taking my word for it. And my first and only u/s would be at 20 weeks. Um...that is unacceptable to me. I was looking forward so much to having confirmation that the bean is really in there and was basically told that I would not be validated at all.

So I leave that session fuming and about to cry and go down to get my bloodwork done. Now, I have to tell you I am not a fan of blood. And I knew they would be taking several vials of blood and was nervous that it would hurt or that I would feel them jiggling it around when they changed the vials. The lady was really nice and did a great job. It didn't hurt at all and I didn't feel any jiggling! I was feeling pretty proud of myself when...oh crap, tunnel vision. The next thing I know several ladies are saying, "Are you ok? Are you ok?" Yep, I passed out. Ridiculous. So then they had to take me over to a bed to lie down until a nurse could come check me out, which made me feel so dumb. I kept saying I was fine, but they insisted I at least lie there for a little while. Thinking I could make myself at least feel a little better I ask one of the lab techs, "Does this happen often?" She says, "Um...I've never seen this happen." Great.

So I finally sulk out of the lab, feeling like a loser, and start crying halway to my car. I'm thinking this day cannot get any worse. Wrong. I didn't realize that the parking garage I was in was a paid lot...and I had NO MONEY. So I get to the gate and this big tough guy says, "2.25" I said, "I don't have any cash...do you take a credit card?" He's looking at me like I'm a stuck-up college girl, so I start counting random pennies and nickles I am finding in my car. I'm trying so hard not to cry anymore and my eyes are all watery and my lip starts quivering....nothing scares a big tough man like a crying girl. So he says, "Just go." I peeled out of the lot and cried the whole way home.

On my way home I realized that I had to find a new doctor. It took a bit of searching, but I ended up finding another practice that is covered by my insurance. I called yesterday and spoke with a couple different people from that office and have high hopes that they will be a better fit. They said they'd see me initially at 8 weeks (I go in a little early on Tuesday for my first appointment) and then I would have my first u/s the next appointment, at 12 weeks. Yay! I am so ready to see this little bee! I am hoping and praying that my appointment Tuesday goes better and that K is able to come with me for this one. We'll see how it goes!!