After 2 negative blood tests, I’m off for an ultrasound tomorrow. I’m hoping this will settle the Spud situation once and for all. Very over it. My regular (wonderful) doctor has gone on hols until early December, so I’ve seen a stand in stooge a couple of times since. He thinks I’m just stressed. But then he also had to get his TEXT BOOK OUT to check which trimester exposure to chicken pox can affect! (He was saying 2nd, I said 1st. Book said I was right.) Thankfully, he bulk billed me, as I was not gonna pay $40 to check the medical text book, and be told I’m stressed! Grr. Also have established that I’m not menopausal, so don’t know where Aunty Flo* has gone. I think HP was relieved to hear that, as I still should be spud functional in the future.
Anyway, all will be revealed in a blurry and fuzzy fashion tomorrow (and that’s just me, not the ultrasound picture.) I am totally fed up with myself. Did I say very over it? Oh, yeah, I did.
*Just for the record I usually don’t use the term, but it seems to be the understood phrase in all the pregnancy forums I been perusing of late.