I’ve been squeezing into my pants for several months now, due to laziness on the diet moderation front.  So tonight at dinner, I realize hey, I can just get into to maternity pants real soon.  I’m legit, now.

Problem.  When someone says, oh, you’re pregnant, how far are along are you? 12 weeks, 14?  16?  I have to say, nope, 4.  That’ll be a bit embarrassing.

Oh My God.  Positive. 

Mr. 4tops is on the way back home from a trip.  He doesn’t even know.  Too speechless to write more, except if you know me personally, don’t tell anyone yet. 

Frankly, I’m just an impatient person.  We are frenetically trying to finish the remodels in the house.  To put it on the market ASAP.  While my husband just resigned one job, and is starting another in a week and a half.  Traveling a week a month, and telecommuting the rest, while we show and hopefully sell the house.  Soon.  So we can get to Atlanta, put all our crap in storage, live with my PARENTS and find a house to buy.

Atlanta realty is tough when you are going to be working in town.  You either pay up the hoo-hoo for and in town hovel, or pay a reasonable amount, for a reasonable house, but spend nearly 3 hours of your life, ech day, commuting in and out of town.  

So all this is playing in my life and in my mind when yesterday I just say eff it.  I’m going to get a blood test.  So I did.  Now my understanding of this serum test is that from 7-12 dpo, it will register an amount as low as 5 units of whatever unit tells them yes, this one’s pregnant.  But this doc at the clinic says, if it’s before 2 weeks, you may get a false negative. Something about qualitative/quantitative, one registering slightly more sensitively than the others, blah blah blah.  In the end, I talked her into writing an order for me to go straight to the lab, and get the test performed, stat, meaning, I should have the results faxed back to the clinic by 2 pm, EST today. 

If they’re even accurate.  Which according to her, now they may not be.  But they were with our 3rd child, several days before I was due to start my period.  That doc said something about qualitative and quantitative, too, but I can’t really remember, because I had two toddlers testing out all the look-in-your-ear equipment, and checking out each other’s tonsils with those cherry flavored sticks.  

Anyway, they called the next morning.  I was right.  Positive.

So, I went for it yesterday.  I am no good with waiting.  And now I’m not sure what the results will mean, if they are negative, so that sucks.  And I called at 2, and was told whe call back within an hour and a half, as the results had not been faxed over yet. 

At this rate, I’ll probably get my period before they track down that fax.

Which, frankly again, I feel is probably going to happen.  I just can’t stand not knowing.   But again, if this is a negative, if she ever calls me back, do I know now?  Or whaaaa?

I went to bed at 8:30 last night, I was so tired.  But then, we are busting our humps (I used that before the Black-Eyed Peas) around here.  So who knows, yet again.

Got more crap to clean out and pack.  And more time to kill before I drive to Columbia and talk to the lab tech, myself.  How hard can it be to get a fax sent?