At my last appointment I found out that my doctor has new nurses, (sidenote - would it be weird for me to ask what happen to the other ones? There were three wonderful nurses that are now gone...I'm not suspecting anything sinister, but I liked them!), and a new computer system. This meant that the doctor's office that I have been going to for five years, that was with me through both of my other pregnancies and knew EVERYTHING, was treating me like a new patient. I was there to get blood drawn and had Brenna with me, so I wasn't happy about having to answer a ton of questions that they should have already known. So we're going through the questions and she asks me if this is my first pregnancy.
Duh. Have you seen my chart? Do you see my daughter next to me? No lady, this is my third.She then proceeds to tell me about how often I will need to be seen and what will happen at each appointment. I wanted to scream, "I'VE DONE THIS BEFORE! I KNOW THE DRILL! JUST TAKE MY BLOOD SO I CAN GO!" And then she asks me a question that stopped me in my negative tracks...
"So this is your third pregnancy, and you have two living children?"Yeah, yeah I do. I have had two wonderful, problem free pregnancies that resulted in two beautiful, healthy children. I wonder how many women she's had to ask. And how many couldn't answer yes. How many women have been a patient for as long as I have and are still struggling with a negative pregnancy test from month to month. How many have been pregnant, but never got to experience the joy of bringing the baby home?
So I humbled myself, answered the questions and thanked her for her time. Then I counted my many, many blessings.