So I saw Dr. P Monday. First of all, ob/gyn offices should have two waiting rooms: one for the Knocked Up and one for the Not Knocked, because sitting there surrounded by gestating ladies just makes me sad.
Anyway. Dr. P clearly has his head up his own ass. He complimented me on losing weight* (WTF? I just had to buy new underwear because my gut is too big for my current size). And, regarding the title of this post, blah blah blah wait for followup in October.
Dammit.
The Reproductive Endocrinology Associates of Cheesecake City are having a meet n’ greet next Tuesday. I am sorely tempted to go and meet n’ greet. (And I would not greet them with “KNOCK ME UP!!!”. Promise). I just am beginning (ha, beginning?) to feel like it’s time to go play in the big leagues. Maybe it’s time to see a Specialist and say “Here are the problems, here is a giant stack of cash, fix this problem.” (ha, giant stack of cash!) Maybe it’s time to stop dicking around (ha ha…) and go for something that maybe is a sure thing. Or at least surer.
* Maybe I have lost weight compared to when I was rocking 223 pounds of LaineyD, but I am still fat fat fat.