Around 9 weeks I called Sutter Hospital to establish myself as a new patient. My sister and mother-in-law both recommended Dr. M (I wont put the full name because maybe he doesn't want me to-hah) based on personal experiences and good reputation. They both work at the hospital so their opinions definitely mattered. I got set up with 2 appointments. One with a nurse as an introductory to the wonderful world of growing a specimen in your body and one with the actual Dr. himself. Both a week apart from each other.
By the time we had our 1st nurse visit I was into my 10th week. She introduced herself and let me know that I was going to be good buddies with the staff from now on being how I was going to be in for lots of visits. I did notice a lot of pregnant women walking in and being on a 1st name basis with the secretaries and such. Anyhoo, she let me know every visit I have, upon signing in I must wander into the back and pee in a tiny little cup. Just so they can keep track of whatever may be going on in there. Or maybe they just want to start a collection of Affy pee :) HAH-gross. So took Barry and I into the room and asked us a couple health questions about ourselves and our family history. Soon she began unloading a mass amount of information on us. From what you can or can't eat to different shots I have to take and to little classes and tours that may benefit new parents. It was A LOT of information, paper, and pan-flits. Towards the end she asked if I had any questions. Guhh! Well I did lady, but all that stuff you just fed into my brain all of a sudden kind of left me speechless and overwhelmed!!
At the end of our visit she unloaded 3 baby bags of formula and bottles, which I made Barry carry. It was kind of a gift/congrats/intro to what our future was going to withhold. Then she took us downstairs to the lab where I had to give blood, which I hate doing! The guy was nice and was trying to make friendly conversation. At the time I really don't care where you've traveled sir, just please concentrate on that needle sticking out of my freaking arm! I'm not sure how many vials of blood he extracted from my little arm, but I know it was more than 2. By the end of it, my arm felt cold.
We went home and as we walked up to the door I turned and looked at Barry carrying all the baby stuff. It was the cutest thing. He looked like such a dad. One bag hanging by his shoulder and one in either hand. Made things a bit more exciting knowing that I was doing all of it with him...would be nice to split the pregnancy, but I guess evolution is going to take a while to get to that point ;)
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