Some Reasons why I’m OK with the wait for Friday…

This 2 week wait has felt like the longest ever, especially as there is no “testing early” or anything like that to give you an early preview.

But that said, over the last few days I have certainly seen reasons why having this time is not so bad. For one thing I have a big dilemma over whom to use for my ob/gyn. If all goes well on Friday, I will be passed on to regular ob/gyn, which means I better know whom to go to.

I used a group practice my last time around and really loved my doctor. But she doesn’t practice anymore. There are new doctors there that I am unfamiliar with. I kind of want to go back there for sentimental reasons, but will the experience be the same?

I have been recommended another wonderful dr by several people and have heard wonderful things about him. But he is in solo practice and male. What happens if he is out of town? And I must admit that I really did like that it was an all-woman team in the room when I delivered last time.

Somehow I gotta sort out my dilemma before Friday. And I can’t say I’ve been a very decisive person of late.

Something else – it hit me that Friday might be the last time I might ever see my beloved RE. Unless something goes terribly wrong, or unless we are brave enough to go for number 3. Somehow this last time thing is hard to think about. Why do we get so attached to these Drs anyway? They become part of something so big in our lives, while to them, it is just something they do every day. Kind of sad really.

Well, let’s hope I’m ready by Friday. I certainly can’t wait for it none-the-less.

On a final note I had another dream last night. That all of a sudden I was delivering a full term baby. It was so unexpected and DH wasn’t even home so I called him and he was rushing to get home. Yup, there I was at home delivering my own baby and wondering how to clamp the cord. It was a boy, and I was trying to cover that from my family who were around in the house, since I wanted DH to be the first to know.
Well, at least dreams keep life funny.

On a more serious note, I guess I best get going before the next wave of nausea hits!