26 September Friday

26 September Friday

Symptoms: woke up feeling not so preg! Really energized actually. Only the cramping, pulling and stretching pain.

Today I go for bloods. (At lunch 12am – people at work asked where I was going and I said I was going to get bloods done to get my thyroid checked, I can’t lie very well)

I hate blood test. The needles scare me so much! Today I'm going alone... its just one blood test, nothing special.

I walk into the lab and I tell them exactly what i want
HCG Quantitative.

We go into the room, the nurse asks me like six times
"Are you sure that you want quantitative?"
I reply, "yes please i want to know my numbers"
She says "but are you sure you are pregnant"
This is the part were i feel like slapping her.
"Well the home pregnancy test says so, does that count?" i say sarcastically

She draws the blood and sends me on my way
Today I go for bloods.
I hate blood test; the needles scare me so much! Today I'm going alone... its just one blood test, nothing special.

I walk into the lab and I tell them exactly what i want
HCG Quantitative.

We go into the room, the nurse asks me like six times
"Are you sure that you want quantitative?"
I reply, "Yes please I want to know my numbers"
She says "but are you sure you are pregnant"
This is the part were I feel like slapping her.
"Well the home pregnancy test says so, does that count?" I say sarcastically

She draws the blood and sends me on my way.

At 4pm I call my OBGYN’s office to get my results.
“It’s definitely positive,” says the old lady.
“That’s great, but what are my number” I reply
“Did you ask for a quantitative blood test?” she asks
“Yes I did.” I reply,
I know realize that the stupid nurse didn’t do a quants test… she obviously thought I was stark raving mad. You know, any normal person will just walk of the street into the lab saying she’s pregnant. Hello? Did you not hear when I said I had a POSITIVE home pregnancy test?

I thanked the lady and hung up.

I thought to myself that maybe it was a good idea that I didn’t know my numbers, maybe it would stress me out more that they are low (I am petrified they are low) so I just accepted it. There was not going to be any number. Maybe for the better?

Gods plan?