I wait, remembering yet another awful telephone conversation, not expecting what he's going to see on this sonogram, knowing that I feel what I feel in the right places, and mad that he's so hell bent on this not being a viable pregnancy... You'd think he would have to pay child support for this baby, it's like he's hoping it's ectopic... Which makes me more frustrated. He walks in as I'm in those thoughts and I look at him with disgust without thinking to hide my facial expressions.
"There's my friend!" He says as he walks in with this ridiculous smile. I wanted to ask him who he was referring to. Lol. He looks at my face and asks if I'm nervous. I said emphatically (stankly): "No." His nurse chuckled as if she could read my mind. He asks why I'm not smiling. I'm trying not to be the angry black woman so I'm honestly playing as nice as possible without giving him a piece of my mind or being phony. I don't respond... He leaves it alone.
I remind them that I'm allergic to latex and they had to change everything again. He squeezed the gel on my belly and checks my uterus for my seedling once again... Eureka! He finds it! Then goes in with the internal wand and it's even clearer. "So my pregnancy is in my uterus after all Dr. Quack." I wanted to say... I just looked at him smugly. I knew it wasn't ectopic... I just knew it wasn't.
He explained that everything was normal, the gestational sac was there, and in two weeks we should see my baby's heart flicker inside. I can't wait!!!
I went back to his office and he prescribed me a prenatal vitamin, told me my due date: 5/14/16, telling me we may just be a week off.
So my pregnancy wasn't at risk, we just found it very early like my best friend told me all along, my sister was still pissed about that huge mistake he made. He still can't touch my baby... But I'm glad to know, with proof, that my baby is in the right place.
My next appointment is in two weeks. And then I see my new ob... It's a woman this time. Yay!!
