I need a Doctor, Call me a Doctor ....

Well we got through the weekend without grabbing everyone and saying, "Holy shit! I am knocked up!" Now it is time I find a doctor. I do not even know what a baby doctor is called. I keep calling them an OBGYN - so I had a hard time searching for the appropriate doctor. I called my primary care to have them give me a referral and even on their answering service I said, "A doctor that deals with babies." Come to find out - Obstetrician. That is the noun I was looking for. We also had to pick out a hospital that would work for us as well - and since Rose Medical Center is down the street and since Michael, Elijah and Marcus were born there - I picked that one. Once I got a name and number from my primary doctor - it was game on!

I am in my car - getting ready to go to lunch with Caleb - and I make the call. As its ringing, I start thinking, "what do I say? What am I doing?! I wonder how far along I am? God - What is for lunch, I am starving!" and as I am thinking these things, the receptionist answers ... "Metropolitan OBGYN, call I help you?" I went blank. Why was I calling them again?! "Um ... Yes ... I need to ... Um ... make and appointment ... Um ... I peed on a stick and it told me I was pregnant..." So now that this chick thinks I am 16, we are off to a great start!
Lady: "When was the first day of your last period?"
Me: "June 27th"
Lady: "Oh ... Ok, well we need to get you in this week, looks like you are about 8 weeks so we need to get you in for an ultrasound...."
Me: "Ultra .... what?"
Lady: "Yeah, an ultrasound ... how does Friday at 1045am work?"
Me: "Ultra .... huh?"
Lady: "Listen I know you must be scared of what your parents must think ... Wait, you do have your drivers license, correct? You can drive over here?"
Me: "8 weeks??"
Lady: "Ok, I just need to know if you can skip 5th period that day to come see us ... I will put you down for 10:45 ... See you then!"
CLICK
Me: "So ... ultrasound and 8 weeks?"

Ok - so it did not happen exactly that way - but might as well have because I was shocked. I am already 8 weeks?! I mean, come on Andrea, do simple math.... 8 weeks is about right. But I thought baby math was different from regular math ... whatever. All I know is - here we go!

Getting Step 2 checked off felt great!