Am I Pregnant Yet?
I decided to go ahead with the tests, mainly because we paid the first fee already and the referral forms for all the tests arrived neatly at my house last night. I don’t think the health insurance is going reimburse us again if we want to do this later instead.
I’m now sitting at the blood collection place, having to rest 15 minutes before they can take my blood for the prolactin test.
The guy on my case is frantically reading documents and calling colleagues because this is such a complex request and he isn’t sure how to do it. I pride myself with providing a challenging work environment for everyone around me. That’s how I roll. Should I tell him I’ll be back a few more times this month? :-)
It’s almost time for the European Cup so I got out my German flag and hung it above my desk in the office. Needless to say my coworkers, especially the British ones, are ecstatic. Whatevs. Haters gonna hate.
I’m not sure I want to go through with that miscarriage investigation treatment anymore. It’ll cost so much money, I wonder if it’s really worth it. In 50% of the cases they never find out what’s wrong with a couple anyway. Do I need to pay thousands of dollars to find I have nothing wrong with me and proceed with trying to make a baby just like before? I’m just not sure. What do you think?
CD1 today. It marks my first day on the Miscarriage Investigation Program at Genea Sydney. Not really sure what’s in store yet. I’m expecting an info pack in the mail today. I will report back.
Talking about miscarriage all the time is a drag so I ain’t doin’ it. Not today anyways. Instead I want to tell you how I recently became a hipster as you can see. I picked my new reading glasses (yes I’m that old) thinking “nerdy cool girl” only to realize they yell “hipster chick” pretty damn loudly. Anywho, I think they’re awesome.
I don’t work in a warehouse by the way. I was trying to build a fort in the office. That’s the cool nerdy girl trying to escape.
8:26am and I’m still in bed. Why is it not Saturday today? Snoar…
I saw my GP today to get some test results back. So far nothing out of the ordinary. Thyroid in perfect working order, and the genetic testing on the last miscarried embryo came back looking normal as well. Kinda sad, that poor embryo had nothing wrong with it and yet it had no chance. It was a girl.
I got a referral to a miscarriage specialist for me and Mr. amipregnant as well. We see the specialist this Thursday. Further testing I assume. Yay for us!
I also got a referral for a breast ultrasound and mammogram and the doctor also recommended genetic testing for bowel and breast cancer because these run in my family like mad. Yay for me again. When did I suddenly become old? As my dad always says: Show me your pill box and I’ll tell you how old you are.
Mr. amipregnant came home from a two week business trip and brought me my new item of fancy: La Mer moisturizer. We then went shopping, and he held all my bags and said ooohh and aaaahh at all the right times when I paraded possible outfits around. Now we’re home, all cozy, with two Subway subs and getting comfy on the couch. Best husband ever! Happy face.
Dear diary,
Today I ate a peanut butter sandwich with jam instead of jelly. I am such a rebel.
I tested Creme de La Mer lotion at the airport today. Now I really want to own it. I swear to god, my hand has never looked, felt or smelt better… I tested 3 different Estee Lauder lotions as well (amd they’re really already expensive enough) but I’m not kidding, the hand with La Mer on it is waaaay softer and felt much more awesome on the skin. Ugh, stupid expensive taste. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be off selling my soul to afford a ridiculous beauty product…
