Just a bit. This ultrasound was more comprehensive, and only drove me slightly insane. You see the tech was muttering the entire freakin' time, and as missed conceptions mentioned, was vaguely concerned about doing a transvaginal ultrasound and reluctant to insert the dildocam.
Meanwhile, I'd already shucked off all my clothes, leapt up on the table and spread my legs, ready for ACTION!
Never let it be said that I am unwilling to do anything in this adventure.
The tech was very nice, but kept looking at me with fear or perhaps horror in her eyes after she heard this was no.8 in a series of pregnancies.
Unfortunately, she too was lame and did not give me all the measurements I wanted. They did do all the measurements like fetal heartrate, and recorded them, but would not do anything besides show me the screen and the heartbeat. Plus, she kept muttering, words like "Small, very very tiny, so small." They then promised to fax a report to my Doc, which had more info than this morning, but not much.
Dr.J. called me on my cell, from her cell, with what she had which was that the fetus is measuring 6 weeks 0 Days and that there was a heartbeat, and they gave her no numbers beyond that in this interim report. I know they will do a more comprehensive report and get it to her later, but in the meantime I am still hoping for more.
Fuck I hate these people. They just don't understand the concept of the stress of a recurrent miscarrier and how having information like the Crown Rump Length in proportion to the heartrate vs. gestational sac size can really relax a woman like me. Having someone pat me on the head and tell me "Relax," is not helpful. Giving me actual data I can rely on, IS relaxing.
So yes I am measuring right for dates, thank God, but my question is, where can I buy, rent, or steal a goddamn ultrasound machine so I can avoid these buttheads? And yes, if I ever become a doctor myself, I promise, I swear to you my compatriots to never ever patronize a patient. It's simply wrong. Just so so wrong.
P.S. I intend on finding a high risk practice that will give me the info real time so this never happens again. It's just a pain in the rear for these early weeks.
Weeeee, just before I hit publish Dr.J. called me again and she promised to call them tomorrow and ask for the heartrate and other numbers! Technically, she accidentally hit the redial button by accident, but for tonight, we're going with fate, magical thinking baggage and all.