And the wait goes on and on and on

Thank you all for your opinions on my last post (and for your sympathy!). But it turns out the fretting was all for naught. I don't have any more control over scheduling an ultrasound than I do the rest of this crap IF journey.

J and I decided we wanted to schedule the appointment for the 19th. I called the clinic only to find out my RE is booked that day. We were on the fence between the 19th and the 23rd, so I wasn't disappointed. I figured it was fate pushing us to the 23rd. Or not. Turns out my RE is "not available" on the 23rd. Not available? How the hell can that be? Is he taking a personal day? A professional development day? Who exactly does he think he is? Bah.

So our appointment is on the 24th. The 24th! That's a full two weeks from today. Excuse me while I go beat my head against the wall.

Now I know I've brought this all on myself. I could have scheduled the ultrasound with another doctor at the clinic. And I could have scheduled the appointment to be on our anniversary. But I've been bitten once by the 7-week ultrasound and now I'm twice shy. If I'm going to get bad news again, I need it to be on my terms.

I truly hope I look back on this in a month or two and laugh at how completely ridiculous I was to worry so much. But what's that they say? Expect the worst but hope for the best?

I've now got two more weeks to hope.