A minor freak-out
May 11th, 2004 by Liss
I’m freaking out a little bit about this doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Now that we’ve sorted out a lot of the other medical stuff (tumors eliminated, death staved off another day, a more or less healthy status quo obtained), it’s time to get serious - read, “significantly more aggressive” - about the preganancy situation. After much discussion and research, we decided that we really need to move to a dedicated infertility clinic with a much larger staff than the individual doctors we’ve been seeing. Our first consultation is tomorrow afternoon.
I’d be lying if I said I’m not a little scared. I’m worried that they’ll think we’re stupid for waiting this long, worried that they’ll say that I still have too many other problems for them to work with me, worried that we won’t be able to figure out how to finance what we need to do, worried that we’ll be able to swing the financing but it won’t work anyway. I’m just one big bundle of worries right now.