The insomnia has been worse. At the same time, if I had to work I would be almost non-functioning. This has to get better. People keep asking me what the doctor has said. I don't know what to tell them, since I haven't seen the doctor. I'm not overly pleased with the quality of care that I'm getting. The ultrasound tech told me that the doctor's at the clinic that I'm going to don't like to see women until the heartbeat can be heard because, "It freaks pregnant women out..." I'm thinking that I'm more freaked out not having a relationship with my doctor, therefore not having anyone that I can call. I'm bitching, but what I really need to do is just call the clinic and start demanding attention.
Then again, when I saw the ultrasound tech to determine exactly how far along I was, I asked her about the medication I was taking to determine if I was a high risk pregnancy and she assured me the doctor would call me later that day or the next day at the latest. That was March 17. I still haven't heard from a doctor. I need to get off my ass and just call.
Today is my dad's birthday. Naturally the first thing that he asked me when we spoke was if I was married yet. No. I am not. The good news for him is that the end is in sight because we're going to move into base housing and to do that we have to be married. That will be one less thing for people to harass me about.
I also posted a due date countdown on my Facebook page today. It was rather... demoralizing. Based on my due date I have about 216 days to go. 216 days before I can have sushi. 216 days before I can have decent painkillers, or anti-anxiety meds, or take a hot bath guilt free, or enjoy a glass of wine, or not take vitamins, or... so many other things. I'm just grateful that I'm not a coffee drinker of a smoker. That would make all of this ever so much more unpleasant.
I dread taking my vitamins and pills every night. Just the thought of it makes me feel a little queasy. I hate this.
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