I’ve now taken six home pregnancy tests, all positive, including the one this morning. It’s kind of absurd to test, since I know I have hCG in my system, but seeing the second line is reassuring. Even though I’ve already had two betas at the clinic, I just couldn’t wait for the ultrasound next week, to hopefully indicate that everything is going as it should, so I scheduled an appointment with the GP for blood work (I needed my thyroid checked anyway). To be fair, I could have scheduled an earlier ultrasound or more betas with the clinic, but then I would have had the childcare issue with Kate, so taking her to the GP with me just seemed easier.
This morning I arrived at the appointment, my GP did the blood draw, then I asked when the beta results would be in. Response, “Late Thursday or Friday.” blink blink. I must have looked utterly shocked, because the answer then changed to “Perhaps this afternoon.” Progress. When I went to pay, I asked the receptionist to call me ASAP with the beta results, and was then told that they wouldn’t be in until at least tomorrow morning, since they (doctor and receptionist) don’t work on Wednesday afternoons. Oh, this was getting even better.
Frustrated, I stopped at a pharmacy on the way home and purchased a new digital test that is so sensitive it will tell you the week of conception (not that there’s any doubt). Sounded reassuring; except I took the test and it’s defective. Now I can’t help but think this is the universe’s way of holding off on telling me the bad news. And no, I still haven’t stopped googling late at night. bad, bad, bad