Home pregnancy tests are still positive.
Blood draw from Friday was 96. Should have results from today's draw by the end of business tomorrow.
Speaking of which, I think I'm going to switch doctors after this, mostly because it pisses me off that I left work early on Friday and rushed to the hospital for a blood draw so I wouldn't have to spend all weekend in limbo, and they didn't even call me today. I had to call them. And I was even patient and waited until almost three. Fuckers.
Tomorrow I'm just going to pester them. I'm tired of waiting. And obviously I'm not a priority.
Yes, I know there is nothing they can do, whether I'm miscarrying or not. However, they could at least call me when they get test results. For fuck's sake, we've been trying to have a baby for TWO YEARS. This is important.
Truth? I'm not optimistic. I refuse to be optimistic. And I hate that today, all day, I felt nauseated and crampy, which is normal whether I'm pregnant or not (actually, technically I am pregnant, but that's another thing I'm not acknowledging).
So tonight? I'm roasting brussels sprouts and baby portobello mushrooms and leeks, and I'm pairing that with some red quinoa. I'm making a giant cup of spicy herbal tea with honey and that's the extent of my plans for the night.
And tomorrow will be a whole new day.
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