(***Written last week but didn't get time to post)

I am officially off work. I had my appointment at my maternity clinic last Thursday and in walked the doctor I saw at the hospital last week. Wierd, eh? She had mentioned she was a resident when I saw her at the hospital but it turned out she had been assigned to my doctor for her "ob turn" or something like that. A pretty big coincidence considering this is a big city (by Canadian standards) so that sort of thing doesn't happen every day. The advantage was that I didn't have to explain everything all over again.

Everything is fine, I'm measuring 30 weeks and have my next ultrasound March 11. That's a little longer of a wait than I had hoped for but I can deal. The ob/gyn did say he would like me to stay off work if it was financially feasible because the contractions weren't random, but could be associated with certain activities. It was hard to make the call to my supervisor but overall I feel pretty good about this. I imagine the stress I would have been under in these next few weeks with our looming deadline and can't help but think we dodged a bullet. Already my episodes of anxiety are less frequent and don't last as long.

I guess this makes this an infertile, pregnant with twins after IVF, SAHM blog. I'm going to print business cards.