I get home from looking for some stinking pants that fit (which I found- fabulous and non maternity) and my answering machine is blinking. This twit from the womens health clinic on base is frantic and insisting that I call her back because they've scheduled tests and such for me TODAY and I need to be there at 3:15. I call her back.. She breaks the news to me that I'm pregnant.
And then proceeds to tell me that they're worried I have an ectopic. Like, how the hell would or could they know that without having seen or talked to me? I'm fine, pretty sure. And I need more bloodwork. They've ordered 2 more quanitative HCG tests. She goes on and one like a TOTAL moron for about 10 minutes asking if I know what an ultrasound is and if I'm aware that my baby is teeny tiny. I am not kidding. They will not be able to determine gender or anything like that.
And they're going to need to take blood- out of my arm. Shocking! And my baby can get nuchal tubes if I don't take the prenatals they sent to the pharmacy for me.
God help me. I'll let you know how it goes.
And then proceeds to tell me that they're worried I have an ectopic. Like, how the hell would or could they know that without having seen or talked to me? I'm fine, pretty sure. And I need more bloodwork. They've ordered 2 more quanitative HCG tests. She goes on and one like a TOTAL moron for about 10 minutes asking if I know what an ultrasound is and if I'm aware that my baby is teeny tiny. I am not kidding. They will not be able to determine gender or anything like that.
And they're going to need to take blood- out of my arm. Shocking! And my baby can get nuchal tubes if I don't take the prenatals they sent to the pharmacy for me.God help me. I'll let you know how it goes.







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