Temporary pregnancy, permanent child

The other day, I’m sitting in my office, working away as normal.  I’m innocently typing away at a document.  Suddenly, I’m overcome with unimaginable pain in my right hip area.  I can barely breathe, I can’t think straight, I can’t talk, I can’t do anything except attempt not to scream and panic the entire federal government – and trust me, I’m very tempted to do so.

Apparently, my poor little nerves are exposed to grasping hands and kicking feet, and seem like desirable targets.  I was NOT impressed.

Maybe I don’t hate adoption agencies as much as I thought I did.  A counselor emailed me to ask if she could do anything to help, and I told her she could find me an ob/gyn that would take both me and my insurance.  I didn’t expect much to come of it, but I was feeling overwhelmed and swamped and not particularly inclined to call a dozen places only to hear that they wouldn’t take me or would promise a call back that would never come.

The next day, she had found a doctor that agreed to see me.  So I called and made an appointment, and due to a cancellation, they saw me that day.  It ended up turning out really well.  I had an ultrasound, and I’m not quite as far along as I thought – measurements and ultrasound indicated that I’m due January 19th.  But the fetus looks to be reasonably healthy, and I’ve gained a reasonable amount of weight (I still look like a hippo).  I got some prenatal vitamins, and they got blood for all the tests they’re going to run.  Ultimately, everything looks normal, so I’m feeling much less concerned about it.