….and Relief — slackermama . com

So I finally talked to the nurse. K called them and then I had to call them before we finally go any sort of concrete answer. She started out with the whole “congratulations, what day did your last period start?” blah blah… Meanwhile, I was like, “What’s the number??”

It’s 1786. Not fantastic, not as high as I’d hoped, but by plugging it into the hcg level calculator I found online, its doubling in 47 hours which is normal and so everything looks fine. I guess I can let out that breath I was holding in now.

So I called the doctor I saw for my last two pregnancys to make an appointment. She’s on vacation this next week and I think the week after that she’s busy with patients so we made a tentative appointment for June 14. She’s going to leave a note for this doctor and ask her if she’d like to see us earlier, the week of June 5th. I think, unless there’s a big scheduling problem, she will. She knows how nervous we’re feeling about this.

I love that office. The gal on the phone we’ve known for years and she was so excited to hear we were pregnant. I think the word “gush” would be appropriate. Contrast that with the RE’s office who was very wooden and who is obsessed with the bill we owe them. They want me in for an ultrasound on June 9th but made it clear we needed to pay our balance to them at this time. So I’m thinking that unless we get the home equity loan by then or borrow some money, we’re not going to make that appointment. Which is a bummer, because I love any excuse to get a peek at my progeny. I got a pretty nice congratulations from Shannon, the nurse I would see at each RE visit, but everyone else was very stiff and formal with me. Whatever. It’s not like we’re never going to pay them. But with our budget, we can’t just toss out $300 at the drop of a hat, particularly with K needing to register the van this month. Anywho. We gotta pay them because if we ever want to have another child, we’ll have to go back to them.