What a day.

I had my 6 week check-up today and it was so emotional. I thought I would be fine but the minute I stepped into the office I felt as though I was going to fall apart. I also had to fill out a questionnaire on my mental status. I wasn't prepared for that at all. Needless to say, they gave me a higher dose of medication. I thought I was doing better but I apparently wasn't. Of course their are 2 Angie's in the waiting room so when they called my name I just assumed it was the other one and sat and waited. The nurse came out and said I was the Angie she wanted. While waiting to be called back, in walks 2 pregnant women. OH MY HEART JUST SANK. I just wanted to walk out. I was supposed to be in that office for my pregnancy not a post-partum visit. The nurse came and got me and said that she was so sorry for making me wait and stated that it was probably the last place I wanted to be. She was right. They roomed me and the nurse told me she was sorry for our loss and to let us know if their was anything they could do so I said thank you. The NP came in and spoke to me and she gave me a higher dose of meds and gave me a referral to a Therapist. Thank goodness becuase I wasn't finding one on my own. I also have an appt. to have 2 lumps under my arms looked at. It was definitly not milk so it looks at though I may need surgery again to have 2 fatty tumors removed. OH JOY. These appts are so bitter sweet. Yes I need the help but I shouldn't be going to these appts because I should be pregnant.