You know... THAT appointment...The one where you go and sit in a room FULL of pregnant bellies, and babies in infant car seats, and toddlers running a muck...The one where you have to spead eagle, and get your crotch poked, prodded and scraped...Yes... The ANNUAL OB appt ...ugh....Tomorrow, I have to face it, even though id rather being doing anything other than that!... I have always hated OB appts, especially the yearly...Ick...But now, I realllllyyyyy HATE them...Ever since the day we found out our Hannah had passed, and I had to walk back through a room full of happy pregnant women, with a dead baby in me...It just send me to a dark place every time I go back, as if I am re living it again., and again, and again....But more than that, this time, I am dreading having to re hash out everything, and do a quick recap for my OB who has not been in "the loop"... Most of my care in the last 3+ years has been through my RE, so I only saw my OB a couple times, and last w...