In my dreams a tall, stern man bent over me with a clipboard and enquired, "And, what were these so-called symptoms you say you experienced?"
Of course, no Polish Dr would be so proficient in English, so that alone ought to have been comforting, but never the less, I actually approached today with a great deal of trepidation.
I think it's the non-drug aspect of getting pregnant this time. Some part of me felt that I'd made it up. Luckily though I didn't, and we had the ultrasound to confirm everything.
Everything is as it should be, the embryo is measuring spot-on for 7 weeks, and I'll go back week 10-12, something in there, for another one and for blood work.
As for the place, well, the hospital is supposed to be the nice new one, which makes me shudder a bit when I think what the public, older ones must be like. It smelled like toilet in the reception area. We were able to bypass that stuff initially, and went to an upstairs clinic/waiting area meant for foreigners, which will bill directly to our insurance company (assuming our insurance company is willing to swing something--turns out we're not covered for pregnancy and they'll "see what they can do"). The foreigner place is a bit brighter, but it's more for check-ups and admin stuff, so for the ultrasound we had to be in the hospital proper.
There were a few worrisome comments made, which make me think what I've heard about this place being overly medical about child birth is probably true. But for the time being I'm just going to cover my ears and go "la la la la la" and when we're a bit further on I'll start asking the hard questions.
Anyway, that's the update. I'll spare you the ultrasound pictures because they're just a blob next to another blob and not even all that interesting to me.
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