I just made seven doctor’s appointments.
Three OB-GYN appointments for me: the initial prenatal nurse visit on September 22nd, an earlier MD visit because my pregnancy with Jacob was high-risk on the 9th, and a routine follow-up to the theoretically-initial visit at the end of September. An annual physical for me, for Willem and for Jacob, and, just so she won’t feel left out, a follow-up/transfer of care visit for Emily.
My appointment calendar is smoking just a little bit. Moving right at the same time as discovering a pregnancy makes for more complications than just not being able to help lift heavy stuff…
But, we have health insurance, and that’s no small thing to appreciate. I’ve been able to do enough low-key online research to be satisfied that we’re not seeing any doctors with secret back entrances and a need to dip oneself in bleach after leaving. And we’re settling into the area, so that even if we move again next summer, it won’t be far enough away that we’ll need new doctors all over again.
Still, the end result – a notebook page entirely covered in notations and phone numbers and dates – is a bit overwhelming, and I’m reminded all over again of how much better I would feel if we were going to even just one of these new appointments based on word-of-mouth recommendation rather than random Internet searches.