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Whee, it's Labor Day and the sun is shining. Why do I always want to go to the beach on the days when most folks would be able and inclined to go? Midwife appt. tomorrow. Shoot, I need to somehow pick up my blood test results from North Country Clinic before the 9:30 appt. I suppose the clinic probably opens earlier than that. Still need to get Alan in for an HIV test. *sigh* Also required of me is a PAP smear and testing for the rest of the headline sex rodents. Policy you know. By some freak of luck, our previous midwife, bless her heart, took our word for it that it wouldn't be worth the effort and expense. North Country Clinic was extra annoying. I've always preferred clinics for that stuff even when I had health insurance and probably could have saved money by going to a doctor; I prefer a nurse practitioner to a doctor for some reason. Sure Planned Parenthood always asks me if someone is beating me or if I would like some condoms, but that's fine. When you're pregnant though, they stick their nose a little deeper. I couldn't convince the lady that I didn't qualify for Medi-Cal, (Well, you really ought to try applying just in case...) and that it really isn't ethical for me to get free milk and cheese from WIC even if they would give it to me, because I really can afford my own (Well, OK, but if you change your mind...). I don't care for it when people think I'm delusional or lying. The lady wouldn't even believe that I was pregnant, as I hadn't taken a test. "Well, how do you know?" I was speechless. It's kind of hard to miss. The odds of me having a exactly-pregnancy-imitating hormonal disturbance right after having unprotected sex seemed hardly high enough to justify the cost of a pregnancy test. I got one though, clinic policy you know. I've never been fond of being a policy unit, and I think I've only gotten worse. This was one of the worst parts about being pregnant for me. All of the sudden everyone has an opinion and feels free to share it. All of the sudden you become a legal liability which bears an unfortunate resemblance in actual practice to treating a person as if they were incompetent. Want some personal training? Get a note from your midwife. Want to fly? Wear baggy clothes.