Yesterday I went to the doctor. I got a referral to have my bloods done, a referral to an OB (I'll get a letter in the mail) and will be going back to the doctor after Christmas to get my 12 week scan organised. Even though I will be seeing my midwife, the doctor I saw yesterday said she likes us to see an OB twice throughout the pregnancy - in the first trimester and then again later on (around 36 weeks I imagine).
After my doctors appointment I went straight to pathology to have my bloods taken. So, all those jobs can be ticked off now. Well, mostly. I had a call from the doctors surgery this morning, except I missed it. I listened to the voicemail. Tell you what, I was stressing quite majorly in those few minutes between listening to the voicemail and calling the doctor back. Luckily, all it was was the doctor wanting me to go back to pathology to get more blood taken to test my iron levels.
I was also discussing with my sister yesterday, interesting ways to break the news to my parents. She suggested a poem or something, wrapped up in a present. So, I have actually started writing one. When I've finished it, I'll post it here.
What else? I discovered a new found love for plain thins chips yesterday. Man they were good! I needed another sleep in this morning, so I must be tired. And I am quite hungry right now, but cannot think of a single food that is appealing. I'll have to force something down soon. I'm not experiencing full on food aversions, I'm not evening gagging at food. I just feel yucky. And that yucky feeling now seems intent on sticking around instead of coming and going. I don't know if this is as bad as it will get, or if this is just the beginning leading into something much worse. Either way, I probably have another 6 weeks or so of this to look forward to... yay. Still, it welcome in a way. Surely it must mean a healthy, sticky pregnancy.
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