But it’s not.
I still haven’t seen a doctor since arriving here. Actually, since a week before we left our former home.
Not for lack of trying. Turns out, the first step was applying for public health insurance, which we did on Tuesday. I was then given a letter confirming that I had applied and stating that all pregnancy-related medical care is covered during the waiting period.
Except then we had movers coming on Wednesday and cable/internet on Thursday, so Friday was my first opportunity to attempt to be seen.
I went to a local clinic that accepted walk-ins, according to their website. Only to arrive and find out that policy had been changed in June. The receptionist gave us a list of other clinics, and we tried the one nearest our apartment. But, according to the receptionist at that clinic, Friday was a bad day because there was only one doctor and about 25 people ahead of me.
So I made an appointment for Monday at 11, two days shy of 37 weeks. During which I have no idea what to expect. Will I be able to see a doctor at this clinic for the duration of my pregnancy? Will I get a referral to an OB? At which hospital will I be able to deliver? Oh, and there’s still the group B strep test that I was supposed to have done at 35 weeks.
In other this-pregnancy-is-starting-to-be-no-fun news, my cold is starting to ease up now, but Thursday, for the first (and I hope only) time ever, I sneezed and peed myself a little. Gross.
Hubby seems to think we have all the time in the world to prepare for Thumper’s arrival, but I’m starting to freak out. She could come at any time, and I feel so unprepared. The apartment is a disaster. The car seat is still in a box somewhere among all the other boxes. We never got around to attending any prenatal classes, which I suddenly fear is going to leave me totally clueless about the whole process of labor and delivery. And apparently I can cry at the drop of a hat these days, so all of these worries have left me a teary mess.
I feel a little bit better now.
And if you want to see my latest belly shot, it’s here, moving boxes and all.