My family’s health has been good so finding a doctor has been on the back burner. Finding a OBGYN was not even on my radar since I’ve been under the care of my Repro Endo for so long. What this means is that the Bloodhound is
I have no access to a blood test to confirm this crazy thing. I should be knee-deep in hyperoveranalyzing numbers and ripping off crusty gauze pads but instead I just keep peeing.
Did you know Planned Parenthood closes on the weekends?
I did tell my New Jersey RE’s office (with a perverse and misguided glee) that I’m pregnant and asked them to request a test. I’m still waiting on the order. When it arrives I’ll need to find a clinic/lab here who will test me. I have no idea where that happens. But wait! None of this will matter because tomorrow we leave on holiday for more than a week. So basically I’m up a creek with no blood test.
Black panties and pee sticks, that’s all I got. Oh – and vials and syringes! Don’t tell my RE but I called in an old refill on progesterone so I will be self-medicating until I’m
ratted out told to do otherwise. This ain’t my first rodeo.