Revenge of the Beans!

"Oh We're Not Gonna Take It!

No, We Ain't Gonna Take It!
Oh We're Not Gonna Take It, Anymoooooore!"

Ah, the harmonious sounds of Twisted Sister, now serving as the official Beans family anthem. In general the Beans are a peaceful clan. Our preferred form of aggression is "passive" (hence, my penchant for blogging). We are the type of family that leaves nasty notes when people steal our newspaper, rather than risk face to face confrontation.

But after our last doctor's appoint something strange happened to Mrs. Beans. I don't know if it is the hormones or if she is morphing into a mama bear before my eyes, but before I knew it she called up the doctor's office and went all Ethan Hunt on their ass!

Doctor: I can understand that you are very upset.

Mrs. Beans: Doctor, You've never seen me very upset.


Woo-hoo! I was very proud of her. She explained to the head of the clinic that she was very disappointed with her last appointment and that we left with more questions than answers. She explained that in the future we needed to have the appointment addressed to us and not to the supervising doctor. That it was important for us to have the ultrasound explained in detail. Very calmly she pointed out that she repeatedly had to take the initiative during the appointment to ask for clarification as medical jargon rained down on our heads.

To the credit of the doctor who runs the clinic (and who we like a great deal), he was very responsive and apologetic. While he was supportive of his own staff, he validated Mrs. Beans feelings and assured her that she would not have to see the same physicians for our final visit.

Overall, I think that it was a very productive conversation and that Mrs. Beans felt better afterwards. Now that we have had a few days to reflect, I think that what is bothering us is that the doctor seemed to be pointing out a number of "problems" (or at least we perceived them as problems since there was no explanation). Between the HUGE cysts, a seemingly empty gestational sac, and the large amounts of free fluid in the uterine chamber, we were left feeling that there was a lot of crazy stuff going on down below and this raised some alarms for us concerning miscarriage. We now know that these symptoms are common, but because of the nonchalant attitude of the doctors, e.g. "everything looks okay for now", we were sent into a bit of a downward spiral. I must say that even now that we know better, we are still feeling quite a bit of nervous tension. We want our innocence back! Or at the very least some reassuring statements following a lengthy, invasive, and expensive journey.

In the meantime, I am cooking up a storm for the ladies. Last night they devoured some bow-tie pasta with a lovely sauce consisting of sausage, onions, sage and cannelli beans. Tonight it is homemade potato and corn chowder (with some bacon bits for good measure). Bon appetit lil' Beans!