That I am NOT pregnant. I drove like a madwoman to make it to the pathology lab before they closed, because Jim called them (and was irate and demanding, presumably) and they finally agreed to give me the results, but only in person.
I was a little afraid that I was going to feel somehow disappointed if the results were negative. Just because it always seems like you should be feeling pro baby, and I worried that maybe there was a part of me secretly cheering on a pregnancy. It would not be unlike me, let's just say. But I was so relieved when I got the results, I was actually shaking. There was no disappointment. And it's not that I don't want more babies. Just not now. I SO did not want to have to go through another pregnancy. Pregnancy does not seem to like me.
Anyways. Thanks for putting up with my obsessive worrying, you all. I am going to chalk this up to a Sobering Lesson in why you don't let those moments of passion get the better of you when you are all out of birth control!