I think it’s so obnoxious strange when people ask if a pregnancy was “planned” or “expected”, especially since we all know where babies come from… ahem! ahem!
Oh no! How ever could this have happened… eek!
Planned or unplanned, we are no less THRILLED about the it and that’s all there is to know.
However, it did take a few weeks for the news to sink in. I still have moments of denial now and again, but I still managed to book an appointment with my GP (i.e. general care family doc) nonetheless…
In the UK, you go to your GP for everything from a heart attack to the flu to wart removal…
He or she then grants you access to a specialist, but only if you really, really need it and ONLY after the proper paperwork has been filled out, faxed, and you wait the 8-12 weeks for someone to ring you (you do NOT call them) for an appointment…
Oh and by the way, OB/GYNs and pediatricians are considered specialists rather than primary care in the UK, so my appointment with the GP was merely a formality.
Granted we’re only four weeks and counting away from moving back to the US , but I thought I’d try for a referral to a “specialist” anyway. You never know, right?
Still, I was very excited about my appointment. Surely there would be another test to confirm the pregnancy, a prescription for some prenatal vitamins, an official DUE DATE…
Upon telling the doctor my very good reason for walking 30 minutes in the London winter followed by another 30 minutes of sitting in the nasty waiting room, her first question was, “Are you okay with that? I mean, are you happy about it?”
Stunned, I said, “Of course I am.”
“Well, you don’t seem very happy. Are you sure you’re not wanting to terminate the pregnancy?”
“Uhhh….NO! We very much want this baby.”
“Okay. Are you sure?”
I’m not exactly sure what level of enthusiasm I wasn’t registering here. I’m generally a happy person anyway, but not exactly prone to cartwheels and high kicks…
Perhaps it’s because I knew this appointment was a TOTAL waste of my time… hmmm.
Next, she guessed at my due date by counting to nine on her fingers, which I could have done (and HAD done) only a million times on my own.
After several tries, she figured that I was seven weeks along at that point, even though I was only about five based on an actual calendar…
When I asked about prenatal vitamins, she told me I would only need them in the first trimester and since I was already halfway though it (which I wasn’t), I really shouldn’t worry about it anymore… Eh! who cares?!
Oh and I saved the BEST part for last…
While discussing my medical history, I mentioned that I already have son and added that he’ll be three years old when the baby is born.
She looked up, tilted her head “compassionately” and said, “Well… you know, you can’t always plan these things. Sometimes we just get surprised, but I’m sure you’ll do fine. At least you still have your options.”
What? Seriously, WHAT? !