Tomorrow is my next appointment.

I am positive that we are going to get great news and be officially released from the infertility facility.

I am so comfortable at that office, I feel like I'll be attending a new school and have to make new friends.

I called today to make an appointment at the new/old place (I went there for a few appts. during pregnancy #2) and I tell them I am 8 weeks pregnant and they then ask me to come see them in FOUR weeks.

I said, "Isn't there some type of scan that is done at ELEVEN WEEKS?". 

"Oh, is that something you'd want to do?".

"Well, I'd like to keep my options open".

I couldn't BELIEVE they didn't want to see me until 12 wks! WTF?

Instead of the 9.21 appt she offered me, we settled on 9.8 at 8am.

Much better.

I don't want to miss any tests or any opportunity to be poked either in the vagina or in the arm.

I will also be sure they know I've spotted and that my anxiety level is HIGH!

But hopefully my anxiety will decrease exponentially in the next few weeks.

deep breaths.

deep breaths.