After months (and months, and months!) of waiting I finally managed to get a pre-conception appointment at King Edward Memorial Hospital three months earlier than my scheduled appointment in April!!! (Many, MANY thanks to the woman who got pregnant and didn’t need her own pre-conception appointment!)
I’d been stressing about it all week and half-expected King Edward to cancel again but they didn’t. So on Thursday morning, Husband and I went along and sat in some very uncomfortable chairs in a very boring waiting room. The obstetrician was only an hour and a half late for my appointment – surely that’s some kind of record within the public health system?
The OB was nice and we went through 3 million questions about my dodgy uterus, my previous miscarriages, my family health history (quite colourful), Husband’s family health history (quite bland in comparison) and a few other things I never thought would even be relevant.
Then it came down to “Can we start trying for a baby?”
The answer was, emphatically, no.
First, I had to have an internal exam. Right then and there. Which was fun. There were two hands up me (thankfully not at the same time) which was rather unpleasant, not to mention quite painful. I think it was a bit of a shock to Husband who didn’t realize how brutal doctors can sometimes be with “having a feel” of things down that way.
Then the OB said that an internal ultrasound would be needed. Great. Although apparently it’s more comfortable than holding 3 litres of water in my bladder and having an external ultrasound so that’s fine by me.
That test is scheduled for mid-March. The day happens to coincide with my period. Wonderful. Hopefully that’s not a problem for them and will only be a little bit mortifying for me. We won’t be able to start trying for a baby before I get the results of that, plus the OB insisted that I must be taking pregnancy vitamins/horse capsules and abstaining from alcohol for at least 3 months before we throw away the box of condoms.
Before we left the hospital, I had to get what felt like a litre of blood drained from me (it took them three attempts to hit a vein – excellent) and I was very proud that Husband didn’t pass out (he’s frightened of needles) because I needed him to keep me sitting upright after I nearly passed out (I hadn’t eaten much breakfast that day because of the nerves – stupid me).
So I’m still clueless as to whether or not having babies is in my future. I’m a little disappointed that we didn’t get an immediate answer, although I was prepared for a few tests before knowing one way or the other.
But I must admit, there had been this teeny tiny part of me that was hoping we’d walk in there and the OB would say, “Go forth and procreate. Everything will be rosy.”