I met my new doctors this week and WOW was it the right choice to change providers. The second I walked into the office, I knew it was a better fit for me. This practice is made up of two OBs and an all-female staff. My previous practice was a large group of OBs and a midwife.
I never felt like my old practice knew me at all. They called me by my wrong name (well, not wrong, but not by my preferred nickname). Didn’t seem to remember key details about me or my pregnancy (I’m vegetarian; I did go to a reproductive endocrinologist but never took fertility drugs). I answered the same questions over and over. My phone calls weren’t returned, or when they were, didn’t have the information I needed. I had to beg to get someone to review major test results with me. On and on.
It’s not in any way that my previous doctors were bad — I completely trusted their medical care and truthfully, if I hadn’t decided to change hospitals, I would still be with them. It’s just that now that I have made the change, I see how much more personal physicians’ care can be.
Anyway, I digress. I wanted to set things up by saying how much I enjoyed my first appointment — because it’s in SPITE of the fact that I was handed a bombshell.
My due date is now changed to October 6th. That’s five days earlier than I’d thought!
My new doctors prefer to use the 7-week dating ultrasound as a guide, and when I went in at 7 weeks, I was measuring 7 weeks and 4 days. That, by the way, exactly matches my ovulation date (which, yes, I know). But when you measure from my last monthly period, which all online calculators and some doctors use, my due date was October 11th.
Is it a big deal? NOPE.
Hypnobabies, which I’m more in love with as the weeks go by, encourages you to forget the idea of a due date at all, and instead use a “guess” date… Instead of saying October 6th or 11th, I’d be better off thinking that my baby will be born sometime in early October. So 6 or 11 makes no difference — especially since less than 5% of women actually give birth on their arbitrary due date.
Where it does matter is with possible induction plans. My office won’t let me go past 41 weeks (it’s possible that I could negotiate a few extra days, but not many!) and so instead of that date being October 18th, it’s now moved up to October 13th. I really (really really) want to avoid induction for a host of reasons, so losing those five days is a bit of a stressor.
And, selfishly, 10/6/12 is not as cool as 10/11/12. 🙂