I feel way more pregnant than I am. I have hit the wonderful stage of bloating. Like, I am smuggling things in my clothes, bloated. I hate pants. Plus, as if unimaginable bloating wasn’t bad enough, I still have all the other “fun” symptoms going on. Nausea 24/7. My boobs are killing me. And I am starving, like all the time.
I was supposed to have my first doctors appointment today, with my new doctor. But it didn’t happen. Apparently, even though I gave them all my info when I made the appointment, they somehow missed the insurance info. And, as it turns out, they don’t take my group (anymore). So, I can either switch doctors, or switch groups. And with my current group, there are no other doctors near me. Minimum 30 minute drive – and I can’t drive (epilepsy), which means Jason has to take off work to take me to appointments. If the doctor is more than 30 minutes away, that means a lot more time that he has to take off. So now I am trying to change my group, which is easier said than done.
But, I really needed today’s appointment. I needed the reassurance that things are going well. I am so worried, I can’t enjoy the fact that I am, indeed, pregnant.
Plus, because there was no appointment today, that means that I will have to make another appointment, ASAP. So Jason will miss more work. Hopefully I can change my group, so I can see this doctor that is close to me. I just want things to be ok, and for everything to work out.