Today, I had my appointment in the OB-GYN clinic with the psychiatrist who is an infertility/PPD specialist. I really liked her. She's probably younger than I am, like my OB, but I respect young people who have pursued one line of work and are thus quite qualified at this age to perform it (instead of being partially qualified to half-assedly pursue numerous lines of work, like me). We are going to have appointments every two weeks or so for a while, then we will ramp them up as my due date approaches. She's mostly focused on medication management, but I demanded therapy from her first.
Tomorrow, I have an ultrasound, the glucose-tolerance test, and my regular OB appointment. I have developed a fear/neurosis that I will go into preterm labor in Hawaii (or at 35,000 feet en route to or from), so I plan to have my cervix inspected for signs of misbehavior. I've had a few painful sensations while out walking the past couple of days, so my neurosis isn't as completely unfounded as it usually would be.
We leave in two days on our trip. Yay! Although it's finally warmed up here (from the snot-freezing cold we were experiencing just two weeks ago), I will be glad to experience some 85-degree days. I will also be glad to attack the breakfast buffet daily.
I'll be 28 weeks tomorrow. I will try to get another belly shot in before we go.
In other news, there have been a few BFPs out there in IF land lately, but I don't want to jinx anyone by naming names. So congrats to those who've received them, and lots of commiseration to those who haven't. And here's sending lots of easy labor vibes to Beth, who's suffered severe HG up until the bitter end but who will be induced tomorrow morning. May your labor be a breeze and may the nausea disappear as soon as LC debuts!