....maybe I should back up a little....
Saturday, October 11th:
In the last 2 days of a volunteer project that had gone on way too long. I'm exhausted, cranky and irritable and I realize that I'm due any minute now for my monthly "friend" but I have a feeling (intuition?) that she may not come visiting this time around....so the vigil begins...
Sunday, October 12th:
Nada.
Monday, October 13th:
Still Nada. Check calendar. Only 4 days late, but getting hopeful.
Thursday, October 16th
Nada squared. One week late. I'm never late. Never. So I'm pretty sure. So sure in fact, it takes me another week to bother with a test.
Thursday, October 23rd
In the early early early AM hours I take the test I already know the answer to. Pop back in the bed and proceed to whisper to Jake the "secret" I'd been keeping. Had already had an OB/GYN appt. for today anyway so Jake and I go together. Not much doing this time around. Some poking and prodding. No blood work today even, have to go to the lab for that. I tell the nurse upfront about the test and the doctor, whom I had never met before, walks in and says (jokingly) "Congratulations, your having twins!!" before even shaking my hand. He has a real easy air about him so it's easy to get comfortable. I had read that he was a jokester so I wasn't offended when he called me a "Fertle Mertle" when he asked how long we'd been trying (not long at all) and already joked about epidurals when I cringed after he'd barely touched me. Made an appointment for a few weeks from now to do an "orientation" with the nurses. After that we'll be able to do an appointment for a sonogram.
Monday, October 27th
Went in to get a wisdom tooth pulled after getting the OK from the OB/GYN on the pain meds it would be OK to take. Dentist numbed the area and attempted to extract but was unable to do so. So I get all of the pain, still have to take the pain meds, but I get to try again with an oral surgeon later. The pain lasts all week and with the constant nausea from the morning sickness I am basically laid out all week.
Tuesday, October 28th
Get care package from Jake. Includes a bouquet of mums and a small purple stuffed monster (in honor of Halloween). The flowers are for me. The monster is for the baby.
Thursday, October 30th
Go in to get lab work done. Loved loved loved it when the registration woman asked me if I was single. You know, in that kind of way where you know that she assumes she already knows the answer. The hospital is technically an "inner city" one, so I'm sure she sees a lot of single moms. Which is sad. Forgot I wasn't supposed to eat anything before one of the tests so I have to go back tomorrow.
Friday, October 31st
Halloween. Checked in by a woman wearing a paper bag on her head decorated with glitter and squiggles and googly eyes with all the detail a 2 year old could muster. When I asked if her kids or grandkids made it for her she said, "No. I made it myself." Huh? Was then given my glucose drink and blood work by Minnie Mouse.
Tuesday, November 4th
Conflicting appointments make me have to move my orientation. Which will, in turn, move my next doctor's appointment until after California. So no sonograms until after Thanksgiving. Which makes me cry. As does everything else these days.
