I set up appointments to get physicals more than a month ago. I’m not a huge fan of doctor’s offices and I consider myself very lucky to have a nurse for a mother-in-law. I usually call her with all of my medical questions, and to make sure I’m not dying.

As a part of this list of things to do 6 months to a year before baby makin’ I decided to go ahead and at least do this.

We arrived to our appointments right on time… Not 20-minutes early like the receptionist asked. I liked the way the office building looked. It was small, quaint. Unlike the huge and commercialized offices I had visited previously.

After completing our paperwork the nurse quickly called me back. I motioned for my husband to follow me back but he shook his head. “You can come,” I urged just above a whisper. But he wouldn’t.

After doing a series of basic blood pressure and pulse tests she instructed me to change into the clinic scrubs. When she left the room I heard her call my husband in and apologize that she didn’t ask us to come in together ‘yea, that’s what I tried to tell him’ I thought.

So there we were. Our doctor, and Indian man, was probably the nicest doctor we’ve ever had. In fact, normally we don’t like to go to the people in white coats, but he changed our perception. But what threw me for a loop was when the doctor asked: “So are you two thinking about starting a family?” and after glancing at my husband, I let him reply, he said: “Yea, probably in the next 1 to 2 years.” I gave him the ‘what?!–No, wait, we’ll talk later’ look, and as soon as the doctor left the room we did.

“A year to two years?” I asked.
“I didn’t mean to say that,” he said defensively. “I meant I wanted to have a kid in hand in like a year or two.”
“Well no one thinks in those terms,” I shot back.

While I went to get blood work done hubs completed his physical, and when I walked in I overheard them completing a conversation about what’s safe before or during pregnancy. ‘Now we’re talking,’ I thought.

We decided to take our Tetanus/ Pertussis shots then as to not have to worry about it later when it’s baby makin’ time. The doctor gave me good advice… Prenatals, calcium pills, constant exercise, yoga and meditation (?), OB referrals… The whole nine yards. I felt a lot better after going through that process– Actually talking to a professional and getting my questions out in the open.

I got a phone call the other day about our blood test results. My husband’s came in a day before mine and I worried something was wrong–What if I was.. you know. Do they test for that?

The woman on the other end of the line with my results paused before she read my results. Blood sugar–Good. Iron levels–Good. Cholesterol level–Good, and she paused before she read my last result… I was at 106 for my “bad cholesterol” level, the doctor likes me to stay around 100. Diet and exercise better and get checked again in 6-12 months if I’m not pregnant.

I let out a sigh of relief, not because I needed an excuse to lay off the french fries, but because she didn’t tell me the news I’ve been dreading–I’ve been suspicious about. I have a feeling this is only the beginning of my paranoia.