Thursday was my blood test. I opted to go with a local blood draw business instead of make the 50 mile round trip downtown for a a simple needle stick. As a result, my doctor's office didn't have the results by the time of close Thursday. I had already slept poorly Wednesday night because I was so anxious for the test, even though I knew what the result would be. I wanted numbers. Counts of the pregnancy hormone to assure me that things were looking good. So I had another night of awful sleep anticipating the results. The Dr. opens at 8, and each minute that ticked passed, I got more and more nervous. I started to really freak myself out. I knew they had the results. "Why haven't they called? Are they with clients and they won't have time to call until this afternoon? Do they need extra time to talk to me because it is bad?" Blah, blah, blah. Jon had left that morning for a meeting, and I was terrified that they were going to call when he wasn't home. What was I going to do if the result was negative and he wasn't here to calm me down? So he walked in the door at 9, I had to go to acupuncture at 9:15. I was on the verge of vomiting. As I was digging in my purse for my keys, the phone rang. It was the doctor. Oh my god. The doctor. I didn't want to answer it. I was terrified. And then he said what I had known since Saturday. I am pregnant. Yahoo!!!!! My numbers looked good. So the first hurdle has been cleared.
So what is next? I have another blood test on Monday, and my hormone levels should elevate in the proper manner. Once that is verified, I will have an ultrasound the next week to make sure everything is in the right spot. Then the usual, get through the first trimester, and birth.
I would love to say I am hesitantly excited, but it is hard not to be full on excited. This one just feels different. Good different. But my breath is held, I am not going to lie. Each major hurdle, I will allow myself to breath a little more freely.