prenatal rambling #2
Jan. 21st, 2008 01:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_swampI chose my doctor because she's close, she's competent, and she does maternity care. Three minutes before I arrived for prenatal visit #1, they switched me to the OB specialty center because of my lupus. Yeah, the world's mildest case of lupus but it caused them to red-flag my file HIGH RISK PREGNANCY.
Needless to say, it freaked me out a bit. Then I found out the exact specialist they thought would be best for the job was a man. A man named Errett. I haven't had a male doctor (other than for issues for which I can stay completely clothed) since I was about nine.
So last week I went to the boy doctor for prenatal check-up #2, and I actually liked him quite a bit. He talked to me like an intelligent human being, used medical terms, and seemed laid-back. I got to see the fetus on the ultrasound, which was way cool; it was a bit small (not surprising considering its parents) but very active (somewhat surprising for the same reason). When he was done, he re-labeled my file "Normal First Pregnancy," but I'm still sticking with him Just In Case. -whew!-
Part of the Just In Case was a 24-hour urine test. They want to be absolutely positive that the lupus hasn't spread to my kidneys. Fine. I wasn't about to tote my pee bottle to work with me, so I waited until the weekend to start. I finished up last night--with almost two liters of pee!--and this morning I tossed the big orange bottle in the car and drove to the nearest clinic.
Closed for Martin Luther King Day. Okay, Plan B.
I drove to the lab at the central campus. Closed for Martin Luther King Day.
I walked up (do you know how creepy the Group Health tunnels are?) to Urgent care with my pee bottle. They were not closed for Martin Luther King Day, and they were packed with hacky, sniffly, achy, SARS/MRSA/leprosy-inflicted, miserable people. I stood in line (good thing my immune system is so powerful) for about 10 minutes, and after ten more minutes of pregnant-lady sweet/bitchiness, I managed to talk the stylish, horrified receptionist into taking the dang bottle down to the lab for me.
Is it wrong of me to play the Pregnant Lady card when I'm only at 12 weeks?
Needless to say, it freaked me out a bit. Then I found out the exact specialist they thought would be best for the job was a man. A man named Errett. I haven't had a male doctor (other than for issues for which I can stay completely clothed) since I was about nine.
So last week I went to the boy doctor for prenatal check-up #2, and I actually liked him quite a bit. He talked to me like an intelligent human being, used medical terms, and seemed laid-back. I got to see the fetus on the ultrasound, which was way cool; it was a bit small (not surprising considering its parents) but very active (somewhat surprising for the same reason). When he was done, he re-labeled my file "Normal First Pregnancy," but I'm still sticking with him Just In Case. -whew!-
Part of the Just In Case was a 24-hour urine test. They want to be absolutely positive that the lupus hasn't spread to my kidneys. Fine. I wasn't about to tote my pee bottle to work with me, so I waited until the weekend to start. I finished up last night--with almost two liters of pee!--and this morning I tossed the big orange bottle in the car and drove to the nearest clinic.
Closed for Martin Luther King Day. Okay, Plan B.
I drove to the lab at the central campus. Closed for Martin Luther King Day.
I walked up (do you know how creepy the Group Health tunnels are?) to Urgent care with my pee bottle. They were not closed for Martin Luther King Day, and they were packed with hacky, sniffly, achy, SARS/MRSA/leprosy-inflicted, miserable people. I stood in line (good thing my immune system is so powerful) for about 10 minutes, and after ten more minutes of pregnant-lady sweet/bitchiness, I managed to talk the stylish, horrified receptionist into taking the dang bottle down to the lab for me.
Is it wrong of me to play the Pregnant Lady card when I'm only at 12 weeks?
