The Legion, otherwise known as Keeping the voices at bay....

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Well, I had my first OB appointment.

For starter's my appointment was scheduled for 10:30am. Now, anyone who knows me in RL knows that I'm never late. Usually I'll show up way early just to avoid being late. The same applies to any kind of appointment.

So I get there at 10:15. Only to find that the place is so packed that people are waiting out in the hallway. Apparently the receptionist was at a funeral and the RN was doing double duty so everything was taking twice as long, if not longer. I got into the exam room at 11:45am. More than an hour after my appointment was scheduled.

Okay, so it's my first time at this doctor so I had to answer 50 questions. No problem. "Remove everything from the waist down", okay. Don't really like these exams, but, okay. I strip and hop onto the table. The Doc comes in and proceeds to finish what I have always found to a pretty degrading and humiliating procedure no matter what the reason. And of course, it hurt.

Then he decides to check on the size of the baby. Okay, no one said anything about this hurting this damn much. I swear the man pressed hard enough I know I felt his knuckes brush my spine. On my spine.

Finally, exam over. Time for another interrogation. More questions. And the ever-annoying, "Stop Smoking" lecture. Now just between you an me, I went from more than a pack a day to between 9 & 12 a day [in a pack of 25]. Pretty damn good for a heavy smoker. But to quit, just like that? I don't think so. Oh, I know people do it everyday. But they're not me. As I'm sure everyone's mother's told them when they were little, "Everyone's different".

Now I have an appointment scheduled for the week of easter and I have to go for bloodwork on Friday. Does the fun never end?

Highlight of the day was the RN giving me my very own sample jar. I get to bring her a sample every appointment. Yay.

Since I have no idea when my last period was, the doctor is using December 1st as the date, making my due date September 7th. Which makes me 12 weeks. We'll have a better idea if he's right next month when I get my ultrasound.

So that was it. Pain, sample jars, bloodwork, and not too accurate dates.