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Since getting knocked up, I've hardly felt sick at all. This early in the game, it's hard to feel pregnant--whatever that means--since I don't have that traditional puking symptom. Of course, I'm tired 100% of the time and during break I'm sleeping 10-11 hours a day. And I'm constipated. And my boobs feel, not so much bigger as jigglier and ow! more tender. "That's pregnant," Dr. K. says. Wow, I'm hot.

And, of course, I'm psycho.

I don't know why it upset me so much that Dr. K. sent me over to the Ob/Gyn specialty center. I guess by uttering the phrase "high-risk," it makes it seem more true. Even though all my blood tests are normal, even though my uterus is getting as swollen and lovely as it's supposed to, even though I haven't had any lupus issues in years.

But I already feel so hormonal and crazy and foreign to myself, any stupid thing can set me off. I hate that. After the nurse told me what was up, it took all my powers of concentration and two carefully-sipped cups of water not to collapse in a little weepy ball on the exam room floor before Dr. K. came in. Can't I be reasonable, please? I'm sure it makes sense, and better safe than sorry, and blah blah blah, but now I'm even more scared than I was already.

This morning I called the Ob/Gyn center and they didn't have my referral yet. Two hours later, they called back all worked up: "You're at nine weeks and you haven't had any prenatal care yet? We need to get you in right away!" I tried to explain the steps I've gone through so far, but of course I don't know all the words for everything, it's all so weird and new to me. I convinced them that this week wasn't necessary, but I'm going in on the 14th. To see a male doctor, which is even more weird considering that the number of men who've had anything to do with my genitalia could be counted on the fingers of one hand, even if that hand belonged to Marge Simpson.

Unlike at the normal clinic, with the normal doctor, they can't make me a nice 4:00 appointment after school. And they're not just up a couple miles in Columbia City. So now I'm taking the morning, and possibly the whole day, off--just to go to a specialist I'm still convinced I don't need. With any luck (good planning, tearful begging?), at least some of the subsequent appointments can be made during breaks--I refuse to use all my carefully-hoarded sick leave before I even meet this baby.

I want some onion rings.

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