After yesterday, I was a little on edge, but it all went fairly smoothly. Dr. Crazypants wasn't there, and Dr. Illegible took her place and actually apologized for not being able to see me yesterday.
I won't bore you with the details. He asked a bunch of questions, attacked me with a ratcheting plastic duck head and felt me up a bit. I found the presence of the poster on the ceiling both amusing and a little dark. My thyroid levels are now almost normal, and everything else is good and normal and as it should be.
The only annoying thing is the Nuchal translucency. He talked to us at length about this and pointed out that if I'm not planning to do an amniocentesis test, regardless of the results of the nuchal translucency, there isn't really much point in getting it done, since it's inconclusive anyway, and I would just spend my pregnancy worrying, if it did reveal a higher risk of Downs. We agreed with him on this point, and since he considers me low risk, decided not to bother. Then he went to get something, and came back and informed us that now everyone has to go for these tests. The nearest place we can go is a few hundred km away, and it would cost $900 to go there by train. Which is just bloody impossible. So now, the paltry money I've managed to save since finding out I'm pregnant, apparently has to pay for transportation to get a test which neither myself or Dr. Illegible think I need.
On the bright side, now that everything with the prenatal was good, I get to start telling people. I found my best friend online tonight and gabbed baby stuff at him for ages :) And I let my mum know that she can tell family members now, since she emailed me three times today to find out if she was allowed yet.
Over all, I'm pretty happy. Queasy and worried about money, but generally happy. Oh, but tired. Oh so tired. I think I'm going to bed.