When I went into my OB/GYN for the first time this pregnancy, she asked the standard question, "When was the first day of your last period?" I had been trying to get pregnant for a few months. I was obsessed with dates. How many days after my period should I have sex for the best chances to get pregnant? How many days after I'm late should I take a test? I don't want to jinx things. If I talk about trying to get pregnant out loud will I ruin my chances? I basically became a psycho and all of that obsession resulted in absolute confusion.
I had played around with dates for so long that I had no idea if the date in my head was the first day of my last period, the day I had sex to try to get pregnant, or the day the season finale of Dexter season 4 was set to arrive. I answered my doctor and said I was either 8 or 10 weeks pregnant. She said, "You must be 8 weeks. There's no way you can be 10 weeks pregnant. You would know." Well, I wasn't convinced then and I'm less convinced now.
My visits at the doctor have brought on a new obsession. Every time I see the sonogram, I look at the EDD (Estimated Due Date). All of the baby's measurements state the due date is earlier than the date my doctor gave me when she convinced me I was only eight weeks along. At one point during the second trimester, I convinced her to move it up by four days, but I think she just wanted to shut me up. She won't budge anymore.
During my last visit, I noticed that the size of the baby's leg is measuring 21 days earlier. I asked the doctor about it and she said that the baby is just measuring large and that my numbers are normal for this point of pregnancy. I have just obsessed over this for so long that I don't know if I'm crazy or if I'm crazy right! Could my due date be wrong?
I spoke to all my friends and none of them has ever had this problem. They know when the first day of their last period was. They think it's strange that I don't. I like to tell myself I'm just relaxed and that's why I don't know. But, really, I'm like the Geto Boys (a really suburban version) and my mind is playing tricks on me.
Today I'm three weeks away from my induction date and going to the doctor for another size check. I'm making a pact with myself. I'm going to go with whatever she says at this point. I'm going to quit obsessing and realize that she's the one who went to medical school I'm the one who still watches Grey's Anatomy (even though it sucks now). I'm going to take what she says and plan my mother-in-law's visit and the pestering of my husband to build the crib around it. Unless, of course, I see something crazy on that EDD screen.
Have you doubted your due date?
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