at least he's consistent

My former RE, that is.

If you've been following me for a while, you may remember my laments on the subject. I'm not sure how they could be missed, because I complain about that man a lot.

Here are some posts to peruse through, however, if you've missed all the fun:

• Well, I still hate my former RE (November 2011)
• The tale of my rude RE... (March 2011)
• You don't want to die trying to have a baby, do you? (March 2011)
• The highs and lows of my RE's office (February 2011)
• Two is better than one, right? (February 2011)

So as you can see from those examples (or even just the titles), my RE has issues. He is not personable. You feel very tense and awkward in his presence.

Or maybe I'm the one with issues, but I'm pretty sure my issues aren't affecting our relationship. I've talked to countless women from my town who have left my RE's office (some in tears) never to return. 

He's the only game in town, however. So I am forced to return.

I had my CD3 appointment today. Blood work was taken, ultrasound was had.

I'm sure reproductive endocrinologists have to deal with miscarriages all the time. It's just another day in the office.

But to not say ANYTHING in response to, "We had a heartbeat at the 7-week and 8-week ultrasounds, but not at the 9-week ultrasound," well, that just strikes me as... cold. Heartless. Robot-like.

Alas, nothing was said in response to the reveal of my miscarriage.

I filled him in on what medications I was taking during my brief pregnancy. I answered his questions very short and abruptly, mirroring his attitude towards me.

It was awkward, painful, and brutal. But it's over.

My clinic will call me this afternoon with the results from my blood work. Here's to hoping all is normal...