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So I got off of work like 35 minutes early. Douglass picked me up and we drove like 45 minutes out to Manassas Virginia so we could size the ring he bought for me.
So midway throuh the drive I wasn't feeling well, so I lay the seat down and pass out. He goes to 7-11 and when I went to get out...I screamed. I was in SERIOUS pain. It felt like a freight train had hit my lower abdomen....at like 135 mph.
We had driven way out there, so I really wanted to do the ring thing. We get to the mall, and it took us soooo long to just walk in to the mall because I could barely walk at this point.
We get in to Kay's Jewlers and half way through our sizing, I was holding on to him for dear life...I was in so much damn pain. We leave - go home.
I get in bed, am laying on my back in sooo much pain. (For the record I don't know how men can be so.....crazy. He decides that THIS is the right time to have sex. I don't know how literally carrying me from the car to the apartment is sexy....but whatever -- we have sex). He has rush around like crazy to make it to work on time. I drag myself to the bathroom and get in the shower. He leaves.
I call my mom, she is panicing and wants me to call our Emergency hotline. Yadda yadda...they make me go in (I promise this is gonna get good)....Douglass leaves work and we go.
Get there, they take me back 30 mins before my scheduled appt and start trying to find the baby's heartbeat. One guy is in there...he leaves and call another woman...they can't find it. Nor does this little place have the "bigger" equipment to find it. At this point I'm in so much pain its very hard for me to lay still on this table...it was horrible...really.
They leave, some other doctor comes in and he wants to do a "vaginal examination". Douglass leaves the room, they do it, I go and sit out in the waiting room with Douglass. The doctor calls me back, alone, and says
Well it's so close to midnight, and I really don't want to keep you here all night. So instead of waiting for your results to come back, I'm just going to give you a broad scope of anti-biotics because your ovaries are swollen, so you likely have an infection. But you had a large amount of white cells in your uterus so we are going to run a gonherra/clamidiya test.
Okay ya'll know I was like "you need to do a WHAT??" He was like listen don't be alarmed we just need to make sure. Don't worry about it though, just call on Monday and schedule an apointment...this anti-biotic will help you out.
So I go into the waiting room and get him, and wait until we get to the elevators, and ask him "so...do you think your wife could possibly be sleeping with someone else?" (And that's when the shit hit the fan). As soon as we got out of the elevator and walked up to the TV, we watched 8 seconds of the 'ball drop' - I gave him a kiss...and that was that.
We freaked out. I kept saying that he didn't SAY that it was an STD, he just needed to check. (Mind you, my second doc appt Douglass was with me when she read back my std test and everything was negative). He was mad that she could be sleeping with someone else. I told him that he COULDN'T POSSIBLY be pissed....look at our situation, yadda yadda.
So I took the medicine and it made me halucinate...I was geekin the hell out last night. He had to keep waking me because I was screaming and kicking all night long. (I've NEVER heard of this freakin anti-biotic either...but I'm pregnant. Maybe this is pregnant girls anti-biotics, I dunno).
We woke up around 11am...there is a message from the doctors office that I need to call and check my file immediately. So I call, and the advice nurse says oh mrs.sig, the doctor you saw last night says that you need to make an appointment to see a doctor tomorrow. you can't wait until next week ma'am.
So my nerves are back on HIGH. She says that I can't see the lovely nurse practitioner I usually see, it has to be a certified ob/gyn. And of course the only one working tomorrow is a lady that I HATE. And I do mean HATE. (I know tomorrow is going to be extremely emotional and high-strung for me...thats how bad I hate this woman). But I have to go.
In my mind I say that they just need to find my baby's heart beat, and that's all it is.
It makes me nervous....very nervous. I hate that tonight I have to sleep by myself, because the medcine makes me loopy. I'm a wreck.
Jeter - Monday, Sept. 28, 2009