Doctor's Office Paranoia

So, of course, after you pee on the stick (which is a wee bit gross -- let's just get that out there), you've gotta get back-up confirmation from the doctor that there is, in fact, a human growing in your uterus. I scheduled my appointment for two days later...and then the paranoia set in.

You know how when you go to the doctor's office, there's always that weird an irrational fear that you won't be sick anymore once you get there? Like maybe it was all in your head, and the doctor will furrow his brow and look at you like you're a just a bit crazy for thinking there was something wrong..? You know what I'm talking about, don't lie. There's that moment of relief when the doctor confirms that it isn't just in your head. You really do have bronchitis.

Turns out, that same paranoia applies to the first pregnancy visit, too. Who knew? I was totally panicked for two days, thinking that perhaps I wasn't really pregnant. Maybe the stupid stick was wrong and I'll look like an idiot and I'll have to tell my parents that no, their grandbaby isn't really on the way. Who knows what that might do to them?

But, as is usually the case, the doctor's office paranoia was unfounded. The nice nurse bustled into the room and announced, with a knowing smile: "Congratulations!"