Sprogs are fine.  Sprog A is plugging along, wiggling and measuring a few days ahead of schedule.  Sprog B is still holding still, still measuring a week behind Sprog A.

And I have an appointment for this morning with an endocrinologist.  Yesterday’s OB appointment was delayed for about an hour while the doctor ran – literally – to catch an emergency delivery.  The woman showed up to L&D fully dilated.  We should all have labors that only last an hour.  Anyway, all of us – patients & stafff were doing everything but playing word games to pass the time, and I told the nurse I was having a hard time narrowing down which endocrinologist to call, blah blah blah.  So she got on her computer, I got on my iPod, and we narrowed it down to docs she knew who would take my insurance.

And she apparently gave me their personal office numbers, because when I called the first guy, he answered, “Hello?”  Me:  ”Oh, sorry, I was looking for Dr. B.”  ”That’s me.  What’s up?”  I gave him my sob story, about how my OB wants me to see someone stat because of the CVS next week, and he told me he no longer saw patients, but wanted to hear my numbers anyway.  Because my T3 & T4 numbers are elevated on top of my depressed TSH numbers, he agreed that I needed to be seen right away and that he’d make sure someone in his practice saw me immediately.  So he gave me a few numbers, and said he’d go over to the first one’s office to encourage his receptionist to make room for me in tomorrow’s schedule.

Wow.  It makes a difference to be able to wave names around – not to mention having the guy’s private number.

So I got in for an appointment at 11:30 this morning; I rearranged my work schedule so that I’ll work late tonight, and therefore not miss quite so many hours of work, and – hopefully – we can get this under control so that I can go back to worrying about productive things like the nasty-ass taste of the liquid B12 I’m taking.  Blech.

Since this most definitely is an immune thingy, and since I lost my last pregnancy during the week I came off of immune suppressants, it does make me wonder if this might have been behind that loss, since we never got a clear abnormal-genetic reason for it.  I don’t know how I feel about that.  Relieved to possibly have a reason?  Pissed off if my doctor never ordered thryoid-function tests as a routine part of my bloodwork?  I know he tested it pre-pregnancy, but since this is something that often only presents during pregnancy, what if it was never done after that BFP?  What if the prednisone pill I’m still popping is all that’s standing between me and another miscarriage?

Nah, never fear that I’ll run out of things to worry about.  More later, after the appointment.