Let the Testing Begin!

First things first, CD3 BW.

So here is how my day went yesterday. For the last month I've had plans to meet with a friend for lunch.  I was really looking forward to it, got all cute'sied up for work that day and planned on making the one and a half hour drive down to West Lafayette for my lunch date. 

Well my body had other plans.  CD 1 hit me hard Tuesday afternoon meaning I had to get my butt in to the lab for blood work on Thursday.  I've been waiting for this day to come for about as long as I have the lunch date.  I thought I had it all figured out to where my trip to the lab wouldn't interfere with my plans, however, things don't always work out as planned.  If trying to get pregnant has taught me anything these last 11 months, it's that exact phrase.  Things don't always work out as planned, like ever. (Said in my worst Taylor Swift impersonation ever)

I get to my OBGYN's office, they have a lab on site, and the waiting room is basically empty. Score!!! I get checked in and within minutes the lab tech called me up to the window to ask me a few questions:  

1) Are you on CD3? Yes.

2) Did you fast for 7 hours? Try 16 hours because I wanted to be on the safe side since Dr. S never told me the details on this work up other than I had to fast. No time length, nothing.

...and then came the question that totally ruined my day...

3) Do you know you have to stay here for the next two hours so that I can draw your blood twice more after you drink the Glucose part of your test? Insert blank stare here and commence jumbled up word vomit. 

A few text messages later my lunch date with M was cancelled and hopefully rescheduled for next weekend, and there I sat camped out in the waiting room for what would total three, very, very long hours.

All I have to say is thank the sweet Lord for Candy Crush, the Facebook app, and IG. 

After my first draw, (which was like 8 freaking viles holy hell!) I went and chatted with the receptionist to schedule my follow-up. At the end of said chatting, she goes, "Wait, are you pregnant?!" Cue weird half smile half sad face followed by a "Nope, not yet." She felt really bad and said sorry seven times over. I told her to plan on seeing me around more as getting pregnant is what we're working on.  She got a big smile and said that I've come to the right place.  I'm hoping so D!

During my wait a few very pregnant women came and went, as well as a few frightened looking pregnant teens with their mothers.  One mom flopped out her booby to breastfeed and did so with the most confidence I'd ever seen.  It was awesome, and she totally carried on a conversation the entire time with one of the secretaries. Then came the long conversation between her and a fellow pregnant woman about their deliveries.  Then that tug in my stomach came and traveled up to my heart causing teary eyes.  When will I get to have my delivery story? I honestly long for the day an anesthesiologist stabs me in the back with an epi, or maybe the day that my baby comes out in no time and there's no time left to get an epi.  So long as the baby and I come out of it healthy, I could care less how she or he comes into the world.  I just want our baby and our story to share in the dr's office with another mother.

Time will tell. My follow-up is Wednesday morning, so that's when we'll know what's up or what's not up with my body. Fingers crossed and praying hard that we can figure out a plan based on the results!