Complaining and realization of the need to stop complaining

An appointment with my specialist doctor today.  They did another ultrasound to measure my cervix and it hadn't shortened more from two weeks ago, great news!  I have another appointment in three weeks which puts me just before the 26 week mark which is when I had Dane and when I went on bedrest with Lyla because my cervix shortened.  I have been trying to take it a lot easier this pregnancy than last so hopefully I'll last a little longer before I have to go on bedrest, we'll see.

After the ultrasound tech left, the specialist came in to talk about the cervix measurements.  I assume he didn't remember my medical history and didn't read his charts because what he told me next was the same thing he said during Lyla's pregnancy and thankfully my OB supported me in disregarding what he said and doing something else which produced a positive outcome.  I reminded him of my history and what happened with Dane & Lyla and he was like oh yes, thank you for bringing that up! Then changed the plan of care to what it should be. (There is a lot more details, I realize this is vague but it would be a novel if I wrote it all.) Then asked me to schedule extra appointments in advance so we wouldn't have to have this conversation again (aka he would remember next time) Needless to say,  I was so frustrated by the time I left his office. I have already paid him the same amount I will pay my OB for my ENTIRE pregnancy, including delivery and we're only halfway through the pregnancy....then I have to be the one to tell him what needs to happen, which was the same thing as last pregnancy and should be in my charts somewhere.... LAME. I wish I could take what I paid him and give it to his ultrasound tech and my OB...

After I left the office I called Bracken. Bracken is great for me. He let me vent and be all hormonal and helped me figure things out.  Later I talked to my mom and complained about what happened at my appointment.  She asked about the house and if we were going to move on Saturday which doesn't look like it will happen, hopefully later next week.  As I was wishing we were moving in on Saturday I realized....I'm totally whining about first world problems.

I live near and am able to pay for advanced medical care, my baby is still growing inside me and I have an amazing support system to make sure that everything possible is done to keep that baby in my tummy.  We're moving to a house that I am beyond thrilled about, who cares if it's a week later. I needed to get over my pity party because Life is good.  Really good.  I needed a little time to be upset about a doctor that made the same mistake twice and didn't look over his chart but now I'm over it.

Life is good.

23 weeks in this pregnancy down and hopefully at least 13 more to go!