Zofran? No thank you!

My RE told me yesterday I should go ahead and schedule my first appointment with my regular doctors, even though she's going to follow me for one more week.

So I called my practice this morning and as soon as I identified myself and said I was pregnant the receptionist was so excited. "Oh, we are so happy to hear this. We've been pulling for you." Which was very sweet, but also made me feel a little like the office sympathy case. Whatever, it was mostly sweet. She went on to ask me several questions about how I was feeling, if I was feeling different, etc. I told her I was really sick. Not to the point where I am concerned about nutrition or hydration. Just to the point that I carry a plastic bag with me everywhere because the feeling is that it's going to happen any (and every) second. Being the super sweet sympathetic person that she is, she said, "Oh, let me put you through to a nurse. I'm sure we can get a script of Zofran called in for you." And in my head I said, "Are you fucking insane??? I am not doing one thing to take away any of these pregnancy symptoms. They are the only thing keeping me from being committed to a padded room." And somehow between my head and my mouth that turned into, "That's really nice of you to offer, but it's giving me some peace of mind right now, so I'm going to pass."

I'm not going to lie - I had forgotten how miserable the first trimester was with my son. Feeling miserable is never fun . . . But it is damn sure providing me some mental comfort right now. And if I have to choose between physical ailments that are of no true health concern or sanity, I'll gladly carry my plastic bag with me every day for the next 33.5 weeks!

First appointment with my regular doctors is June 13th. It will be emotional - there are quite a few doctors there (5 or 6) and the one I'm seeing is the one who diagnosed and tracked both my previous miscarriages.