Frank, when I was at uni when I was 37 one of my class mates was pregnant seemingly throughout our third year. I didn't go to graduation but I believe her teeny tiny newborn was there upstaging everyone. I do remember seeing her squashed behind the tiny desks in where she would be snoozing during interminable classes and thinking she must be fucking nuts 
Yesterday my lovely but incomprehensible Lebanese GP refused to is a prescription for ongoing pessaries and injections for my pregnancy, attesting that he 'wasn't allowed' and only a consultant can issue these drugs. I told him he was wrong and that I knew he was trying to bullshit me because these particular injections are very expensive and he didn't want to should the cost. All this was lost in translation, of course, but I knew he was irked: he frowned constantly as if All Was Not Well and I knew I didn't have AIDS so... Anyway, I went running to teacher (midwife) to complain and this afternoon I've had a call from the doctor to 'check up on the shortness of breath' and to say there's a prescription waiting for me at the surgery 