June 22, 2009
Just yesterday, at 18w5d pregnant, I finally updated the speed dial entries on my cell phone.
Old speed dial:
#3 Ernie, situationally infertile
#5 DH’s cell phone
#6 Mom, suspected infertile
#7 best friend from grad school, parent through IUI
#8 one of DH’s best friends who happens to be an alternative health care provider who has given me IF treatments many times
#9 Dr. Full Steam Ahead (RE)
Yup, that’s clearly the speed dial of an infertile woman.
Yesterday’s changes to speed dial:
#2 Women’s clinic at hospital, which is the back-up emergency number for the OB (instead of acupuncturist)
#8 Maternal Fetal Medicine clinic (instead of DH’s friend)
#9 OB (instead of Dr. Full Steam Ahead)
Hey, that’s the speed dial of a pregnant lady!
It took me a long time to accept the switch from infertile woman’s phone to pregnant woman’s phone, but the time has come. I didn’t delete the acupuncturist and RE from the phone, of course (and I also know both numbers by heart) — I’m not that cured.
Does your phone’s contact list advertise that you are dealing (or used to deal) with infertility/adoption/loss?
Oh, and a couple of things I forgot to mention in yesterday’s post about my curious abdominal sensations:
- I would be more worried if I hadn’t been to the OB on Friday, 36 hours before this all started. Everything was fine then.
- I would be less worried if the “few placental cells close to the cervix that we need to keep an eye on” mentioned at the Level II ultrasound last week hadn’t been reinterpreted by the OB as “placenta previa in need of total pelvic rest, because any sexual stimulation could cause your cervix to open.” The irony does not escape me that after so many years of sex being a futile baby-making chore, now that I enjoy it more than I have in my entire life, I’m not allowed to do it.
Current status: Weird feelings aren’t totally gone, but have reduced in frequency. I’m 98% sure that I overreacted. Thanks for all of the suggestions and support.