Worry, Worry, Worry!

On Monday, I called the doctor almost in tears because I had worried all weekend about my sugar levels. I then found out that my gynecologist, who I adored (as much as one can adore her gyno) had developed Lou Gehrig's disease and had recently retired. The receptionist assured me that there were other great doctors in that practice and that Dr. Hays recommended them all. I told her that date of my last, well, you know, and she said I was about 5 weeks. She also said that the doctors usually don't want to see patients until something like six or eight weeks. Trying to hold back sobs, I told her I had high blood sugar, was taking medications that I didn't know were safe for pregnancy, and oh, yeah, that I was leaving the country in three days!

She said to come in on Thursday morning. That worked out well because Wesley and I were scheduled to drive to Atlanta at noon to stay with Tammy and Wendy before we flew off to the Dominican Republic. I saw the Nurse Practitioner, and she did an ultrasound. Seeing that little bean was really crazy, but so very exciting. She told me to keep taking my meds and to come back as soon we returned from vacation. She also said to keep my blood sugar under tight control. I explained that it hadn't been recently, but she basically said that we can only look to the future now. March 12th, to be exact.