I actually went to a doc-in-the-box to get a blood test today.  And I am so embarrassed, as he, kindly, pointed out that based on my dates, I might be 48 hours pregnant.  Maybe 72, and that is just a bit too early, even for a blood HCG.  Ack. 

He was nice, and said he’d be glad to do it, but pointed out insurance may not pay the 180 bucks so early, and so obviously unnecessarily.  But he didn’t say the last part.  He was too sensitive. Wish he could be my OB.  If I need one.  Which, at this point, I probably don’t.  But I don’t know, so I’m a bit on the unstable side of reason.

How women, and the men they love, wait over and over and over, and suffer heartache after heartache, I’ll never know.  They are amazingly brave.  I am amazingly stupid.  And impatient.  And dying to know.  Something.  Anything.  Either way OR the other.  

*sigh*