Not that cord, not yet.
I have officially changed doctors. I hope that means the next 9 1/2 weeks will be much more peaceful. I do like the fact that I'm not afraid to see who's calling me when the phone rings.
I hope that this change will mean having a doctor that I can love and who will be excited for me and Senor and our baby. I hope it will mean a staff that acts like they are glad to see me when I come in, even if they are just faking it. I hope it will mean always feeling certain that they are talking to me and not some girl that looks like me. I hope it will mean dealing with people who won't make me feel silly for worrying about things that are mysterious and scary to me. Pregnancy is full of worrisome stuff, and while I try my best not to be an alarmist, there are still some things that set off my alarms. Considering all of the times I could have called in a panic but haven't, I should get a little kid-gloving when I do get freaked out. I'm hoping for all of these things.
But even if all I get is a fresh start and a guarantee that these doctors take my insurance, it will be a step in the right direction. Plus it's about 20 minutes closer to home. That's better than a poke in the eye.