Today was the big day. Got to the doctor’s office. Presented shiny new insurance card. Met with doctor for approximately 30 seconds before being told I was scheduled with the wrong doc.
So. Starting over. New appointment scheduled with infertility specialist for Sunday.
As in, this Sunday. As in, two business days away. Actually, not even two business days.
Yeah, I almost crapped my pants (or skirt, as it were) right then and there. I think I managed to squeak out a “This Sunday?”
I can see an infertility specialist with approximately 48 hours notice.
Have I mentioned how much I love it here?
Take 2 is 8:30 a.m. Sunday. Results of the party in my uterus to follow here shortly thereafter.
Lest I forget, major kudos to Trilcat for accompanying me to my appointment. She was feeling a bit under the weather and had a kid on the verge of a fever and still joined me. A real trooper. Toda!
More thanks to Rachel who was kind enough to post about me and my dorky appointment despite the royal shitstorm she’s endured lately. Oh yeah. And she’s pregnant. I don’t know how she does it…
In other news: Karen of the Perky Ovaries is the proud Ima to three kiddos – two girls and a boy born this morning.
If I don’t get a chance to post before Yom Kippur, please have an easy fast!