Update.
The policy in the surgery is for a woman to submit a urine sample, which is then taken to a lab in Greenock - about an hour away by ferry/car to 'confirm the pregnancy'.
Last time, however, they lost my sample. I had to submit another.
No, apparently, taking home pregnancy tests aren't enough. You're so stupid, you could be making it up!
So I phoned them last Wednesday.
I get asked, 'How do you know you're pregnant?'
Gees, I don't know, those two positive tests back in FEBRUARY, two missed periods, chucking my guts up, heartburn, greasy skin, thickening waist. That could be it!
But hey ho.
I submit a sample last Thursday.
Had spotting on Saturday and Sunday.
No pain, except in my ovaries.
So I phone them up on Tuesday, yesterday, as they were closed on Monday.
I get told the lab hasn't come back with my results.
Apparently, you're not intelligent enough to be pregnant until the lab confirms it.
And that when the lab does, the doctor will be in touch.
How nice of them!
I explained that I'd spotted, and that I had missed m/c, as per my records.
They'll call.
It's now going to be Thursday, and I will be 9 weeks pregnant if this is viable.
Have I heard a peep?
Have I f*&^!
Then I'm going to break out the credit card and paying £100 for a private scan in Edinburgh, because I know for a FACT the incompetents in Paisley do abdominal scans on women in early pregnancy - not vaginal ones unless they can't see anything.
After that, bollocks to it.
I'll go through to Edinburgh for another 20 weeks scan.
Other than that, I've had enough of their mishandling to put up with it.
It stresses me out to more end and gives me panic attacks.