I was 30, and had just gone through two losses in a row. I wasn't even thinking it was possible, as I was still recovering from the physical and mental trauma of the second one. I ignored all signs that I could be(because I never got over the symptoms after the losses, I was still heaving constantly). My dear friends mother was a confidant and a top-notch midwife. When I went in for advice, I got a preliminary exam and a verdict of 13 weeks pregnant. By the time I was able to get insurance that didn't nix my pre-existing condition(yeah, that's what they called it), I was very far along. My family doc ordered the ultrasound, and classed me as high-risk due to standard checklist. The tech(who I had to threaten with bodily injury for trying to tell me what I was having) termed my child very "wiggly".
I then chose based on my family doc's recommendation a wonderful OB/GYN to be my backup plan to my planned midwife homebirth. Unfortunately to use her, I had to change my doc temporarily. This guy was an arserag, and ordered me tons of invasive tests(over my OB's head). I ignored every one I felt wasn't in the best interest of my healthy pregnancy.
When he told me I was too fat(on the day my son was born, I had gained well over 70 lbs, so not really too much), I just laughed and ate more whole grain bread(that I made myself) and pomegranate seeds. I carried not only my healthy snacks with me, I carried a food journal with everything I ate from the day I found out I was pregnant. Showing him my generous yet very healthy organic food intake, he then ordered me another round of tests(which I also ignored). When the insurance company wanted to know why I was getting a TON of cancellations being charged, I told them the new doc ordered very invasive and to me, unsafe for my pregnancy tests, and I refused to take the appointment papers, exercising my right to a secondary opinion(from the OB/GYN), who decided I got the right to choose. The insurance company did give me the option of changing back, but I liked the OB doc, as she made me and my decisions understood as very important and listened to.
They told me as long as my OB backed up my decision to exercise my right to a second opinion, they would delete all the cancellations from my records(How can you cancel an appointment you never agreed to/knew about?).
Tell only those you need to when you feel you need to tell them. Take your tests as you need to, when you feel you need to. This is YOUR BODY, and YOUR BABY. As you can see with the idiot I had to deal with, some docs like DOOM AND GLOOM, without there being any real issues.
The Midwife set me up with Plan B just in case what happened to me happened. As it turns out, she delivered her own grandson in her home 11 minutes after I gave birth in the hospital to my son.
My son was born prematurely at five weeks early, at a very healthy little weight of 5 lbs, 11 oz, 19 in. He didn't cry instantly(which only gives you as a Mama a HUGE panic attack), but when he did, I thought he'd shatter the windows it was so very, "I'm here Mama! Tell this weird guy to give me to you cause I'm hungry and I wanna hug my Mommy!!!" My OB, for being a teeny spitfire of an awesome lady doc, made this huge linebacker framed pediatrician hand over my child and leave at a near run out of my room. Once I got to nurse my brand new son, I never looked back. I'm glad I stuck to my guns and talked out my fears with everyone I needed to when I needed to.
This is just My 2cp.
Hang in there Mama!