I went to the lab at my RE’s office early this morning, right after I dropped off the little guy at preschool. I must have looked stressed when I arrived because the front desk person, Tina, gave me a look that I am sure she repeats more than a few times a day….
the look of ‘I know you are stressed, we promise to get you in and out of here quickly’.
I was in and out in 10 minutes tops, then a trip to Dunkin Donuts for the XL decaf coffee.
I feel the same today. My mood is cautiously pessimistic.
Trying not to read too much into my symptoms…. remembering I hadn’t known what ‘normal’ pg symptoms are for me since I had David 4 years ago. Well, the first miscarriage being in 4/2006 was when I was a 13 weeks and it progessed fine until week 11. The other two pregnancies since then have been very short-lived. And now this one, which resembles none of the above.
I am bracing myself for bad news, because, frankly….I am getting to be a pro at bad news the last couple of years.
So, anyway, they probably won’t call with the results until late afternoon. I promise to report here, good or bad.
Until then, my fate lies with a lab technician.