See, when I have to go in for blood draws, ultrasounds, etc., I can either drive out of town to my RE’s office (about two and a half hours round trip, including time in the office) or I can go to her local partnering office, aka my O/B (I’m back at work in 45 minutes). But there’s a risk. I’ve found if you go in earlier in the morning or just around lunch, it’s usually pretty slow and safe for IFers. Pretty much a baby-free zone. But mid-morning is a whole different animal. This morning, I walked in to find:
- Mom with tiny newborn and toddler
- Mom with tiny newborn, toddler, and dad
- I’m sure it was an oops, barely 20 pregnant chick with gal pal instead of dad
- Pregnant woman with young child and dad (who looked even more pregnant than mom)
- Pregnant woman with dad talking to the people in the billing area
- Pregnant woman with four (yes, four) other girls all probably under 7 (and from the less-than-nice way she yelled at one of them, I’m guessing she’s not an in-home daycare provider)
When my awesome nurse, Jackie, called me back, I’m sure she saw the look of panic on my face. “Sorry about that. Sometimes it’s like a pediatrician’s office in here,” she said, “It can be a little overwhelming.”
We chatted a little. She drew my blood. And now we wait (it's the theme of this whole crappy IF thing).
Fingers crossed for at least 146.