Update..doctors appointment.

After plucking up the courage to book an appointment with my local GP I had to wait three daunting weeks until the date finally came. I had some serious and some not so serious worries during this period. Wondering if the GP would judge me on my ripped jeans and think this was a sign of immaturity was a genuine worry of mine! This question to my partner actually happened 'do you think he will refer us if I wear trainers and ripped jeans'. I know now that was a bit ridiculous of me but as I have come to realise by my partners looks and comments, I am quite ridiculous at times.

The appointment day finally arrived, and although I have been excited I have kind of been blocking it out of my mind (apart from the times I have been revising and memorising the speech I would say). I was that crazy I asked my partner which sounds better 'trying for a family or wanting a baby'. These were all legitimate worries going through my mind.

We pulled up outside the doctors office with about 10 minutes to spare and I felt sick with nerves, as if I'm going into an exam. I sat there staring into space, my partner thinking I'm insane and just wanting to go inside. After a few tears from me being so nervous and the fact that my partner was so calm we finally went inside. Still as nervous as when I handed in my dissertation I sat in the waiting room with my partner telling me to dance, trying to calm me down.

We get called into the room walking through the long corridor I whispered to my partner 'I can't do this'. First I awkwardly introduced my partner as the doctor gave her a strange 'who the hell are you' look. I blurted out something about wanting a baby and my speech went out the window at this point. I explained how I had researched the process and how everything pointed to the GP and that we needed a referral for the fertility clinic.

The GP was an older gentleman and seemed very out of his comfort zone. He admitted this was his first experience with this. There was an long awkward silence while he made confusing noises fiddling with his computer looking for an option to refer us. It's 2016 isn't there an option which states 'SAME SEX COUPLE WANT A BABY!!' sadly not. So he asked me if I'd spoken to any fertility clinics which I hadn't as I thought this was the first step, which he seemed strangely annoyed at and even said 'yes GP's seem to be the first point of call for everything'.

I shouldn't complain too much as he was by no means unfriendly, just lacking knowledge in this particular area, which is kind of frustrating. Anyway the outcome was successful as he is sending me for blood tests to see if I am ovulating and is referring me to Peterborough fertility clinic. Although he didn't seem like he would be up for attending any gay pride events he definitely wasn't as shocked or judgmental as I had originally thought he may be. All in all we feel like it was a positive step in the right direction. The direction which leads to a lovely screaming bundle of joy!!