"Hi, Dr. B said to call when I was pregnant."
"And are we?"
"Yes we are!"
"Thanks! I'm just not sure what the process is from this point"
"Is Dr. H-Y still your family Dr?"
"Well, you'll need to see him first for you prenatal blood work and a referral back to our office. How far along are you?"
"4 weeks, 1 day."
"And you've had 2 miscarriages, correct?"
"Okay, well, we'll have to get him to schedule an ultrasound for you between 7 and 8 weeks to check for viability. I know, it's a horrible word."
"Yes it is, but I understand." (said laughing)
"And then we can see you on, let's see... March 17th at 10 am. By then we'll have all the results."
And so went our conversation. Later, I called my GP's office and set up an appointment for 4:45 in the afternoon. I went in, sat down, and said, "Guess what? I'm Pregnant!". He smiled.
I have a requisition for my blood work, which I'll do tomorrow. The results should be in by Monday at which point we'll decide when to schedule the ultrasound.
I laughed when he made the comment, "Well hopefully third time's a charm. But you certainly don't have any issues getting pregnant."
Nausea and exhaustion aside, I'm feeling pretty good. It's a little surreal right now. I mean I know I am pregnant and I feel pregnant, but there's a small part of me that's somewhat unconvinced, that is still controlled by the fear. But I am excited. We both are. R is back to saying "hello" to my belly again.
It makes my heart so very happy.