Today was my first in-person appointment with a doctor at the hospital where I’ll be having my baby.
I should have been more excited than anything, but leading up to it I was super anxious. Baby girl was home from school, getting over a tummy bug, and Hubbie had to come home from work early to be with her, because I could no longer rely on her friend’s Mum like I was going to originally.
I didn’t know where to go, and how long it would take for me to get there. Amazingly, after taking one wrong path, I ended up seated in the waiting area of the outpatients clinic a minute after my appointment time.
Phew.
Even more amazingly, I was called in within minutes.
Being called in for an appointment on time? Incredible.
The appointment itself? Doctor schmoctor is all I will say. It is good to get stuff checked out, sure, but some of the stuff really, I feel is just scare tactics… I was so inclined to say –
“Did you know my Mum saw NO ONE before she had her first child, and she was fine?”
Speaking of my Mum, I was reminded of her frequent words “you are your own doctor.” Yeah, I kinda am. No matter what doctors suspect or predict or are wary of, I am in my body 24/7, and therefore have a good sense of who I am, and how I am going.
And for both of those, it’s good, and good. ππ
The best part of the visit was getting to hear baby’s heartbeat. She put a stethoscope type thing on my belly, attached to a device on the other end, and I could hear this –
“Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo” rapid fast rushing, beating sound.
Then…
“A kick!” the doctor exclaimed.
Yes doctor. That’s my baby telling you to calm the f&^k down.
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