Well, you guys, I did it. I couldn't take all the complaining and impatience, so, despite the fact that I was perfectly willing to wait another week and was not getting squirmy and nervous AT ALL, I went ahead and got the blood test this morning JUST TO APPEASE ALL OF YOU.
Was it just me, or was the receptionist at the pathology lab shooting me weird, slightly sympathetic glances as I plodded out the door, Addy in one hand, the stroller containing my clearly not very old baby in the other? Probably just imagining things, I'm sure.
I'm feeling pretty terrified, to be honest. I think it's just the SIGNIFICANCE of getting actual blood work done rather than peeing on a stick. I've peed on sticks roughly eighty seven times, and they've only turned up positive three times. But the blood tests? So far I'm three for three. And even though I'm pretty sure (at least MENTALLY sure) that I'm not pregnant, there is the fact that EVERY TIME I've gotten the call with the results, the results have been positive.
I'll keep you posted.