The doctor appointment went well. I didn’t get any hcG test of any type, because I felt dumb asking for one. I did, mention that I was TTC, and all that, and they offered a urine test but I KNOW how those work, and I know it wouldn’t show anything this soon, anyway. The DO was really nice, and she let me interview her a bit about her practice and philosophy, and as long as I am low-risk, I plan on staying at that practice. Even if she spent most of the pap talking about Anne Boleyn’s inbred, deformed baby. Of course, it was an offshoot of our conversation beforehand, when the doc looks over my chart and knows I’m TTC at this point, and asks the standard question “Any change in sexual partners in the last six months?”
True to form, I replied “I’m not trying THAT hard to conceive.”
And she laughed and related it to British history and a six fingered woman, all while examining my cervix. I liked her.
But, holy fuck. I woke up twice in the night, with the niggling “Oh, some people say that’s a symptom, disturbed sleep,” and now I’m in the wait where I’m grabbing my tits every few minutes to see if they hurt. I’m also trying to figure out if my love for naps (there’s always been a real fondness for the delicious nap) is making me tired, or if I am cranking out the next generations double-helix and THAT’s why I’m tired. And irritable? I think that has everything to do with school creeping up on me. UGH. I need to go to the school today, at some point (note that it’s almost FOUR and I still haven’t) to get some stuff, or something. I also need to get my house in order (oh! speaking of, check out the new album: Shelter, over there on the left. The images are super-compressed, and some are a little out of focus (I hate flash, and we didn’t think to get the tripod until we were taking my new author photo thing, so the exposures were super long) but you get the idea. Consider the fuzziness the Barbara Walters look.
ANyway, I need to get my house in order as my sister and her boyfriend are flying in tomorrow, and my mother will be here as well, and they all want to see the house. Getting it in order also means hiding all the baby-porn, the TTC books, the new box of pregnancy tests, etc.
Yes, I have a new box of pregnancy tests. I can’t wait til September 1! No way! I’m due either this friday or next, so I’m going to start on Thursday, for the simple fact that it is Dave’s birthday, and it would be really, really cool to find out while my sister is home and before the Big Weekend o’ Family Fun that is scheduled for Saturday and beyond. It’s weird, I wouldn’t want my inlaws to know, well, EVER, that I was pregnant, but I don’t feel the same about my family. Except for that my mother might have a hard time keeping it quiet, since it’s well known in the northeast US that she wants to be a grandmother, yesterday. Inlaws, though, I’d rather just be really hugely, obviously pregnant and confuse them by never mentioning a thing. Heh.
Alright. I must go to school. Now. Fuck. I feel like the little kid in the Staples ad with Alice Cooper.