Okay, I’ve calmed down. I "explained" to my husband all the things that I’m unhappy/worried about, and he acknowledged their validity, his ignorance, and apologized at length. Good boy. Sit. Stay. I also did a fair bit of surfing on the internet, read a whole bunch of people’s horror stories... and felt better about things. I know it seems opposite from the reaction it should have inspired, but that’s what happened. It brought me to a place where I decided that the reality of the situation is that I need to do my own research, be my own advocate, and be the only person who is responsible for my health. Just like always. I think I was expecting that this was an extraordinary circumstance, and the medical professionals would do more than they usually do. I don’t know where
I got that idea, but I’m over it.
I am however, going to ask the doctor some pointed questions next month. Like why we all hear so much about the importance of prenatal care, if it all works out to a total of less than three hours of their time in nine months. I’m also going to start remembering to ask at each appointment what is going to happen at the next appointment. That’ll help me feel less in the dark.
For now, I’m waiting for a response from the genetics department about my timing question. If I don’t hear by the end of the day on Wednesday, I’ll call the general number. Or I’ll have Bob call the OB’s front office and ask them. Time for him to get involved in some of this.