Today I did the unthinkable. I skipped out on my blood work. Gasp. All IFs across the planet have just fainted in disgust. Well, I had a reason. Yesterday, the long awaited positive reared its head. That’s right, just call me Chicken Little. I hit my surge baby.
I considered, seriously, going anyway just to make absolutely certain. I got a new OPK, this time with the two blue lines, because I was really starting to get pissed that the stupid stick wasn’t smiling, and well, that just felt kind of crazy. But the rub is that the two lines are kind of hard to interpret, so there is some room for human error. I got so many damn negatives though that I had a good baseline to work from. But I’m just super paranoid. I swear the messages I leave on the RE voicemail are classic. They probably all groan as soon as my crazy voice comes rambling out of the phone …”yeah, so I’m not really sure what it means. I mean it’s good right? Well, anyway if someone can call me back that would be good or if not, you know…”
In any case, I thought about going, but my RE is an hour from my house and 45 minutes from work, which means I would’ve been at least 40 minutes late and that’s best case scenario. My boss has no clue what’s going on and he’s not exactly accommodating so since I got the surge, and even if it turned out I didn’t, I don’t think they would’ve done much, I decided to just skip it. I called and they said that it was very most probably a real positive and not just a mistake. Plus I’ve had alternate boob pain and minor cramping in the lower abdomen so I think I’m good.
I am going in Friday to confirm everything so I’m keeping fingers crossed in case I’m totally off. God, why do I have to be so damn paranoid. Just a few more days and we’ll find out if I really did ovulate then the real waiting will begin. Fun.
