We are back from our time in MA...definitely a tough weekend for J. No one should have a Father's Day weekend like he did...on Friday we were "greeted" with CD1 and on Monday we went to the Memorial Service for his dad. It was really a 2-1 punch in the gut for him.
I was scheduled for a beta on the day we returned and I had really thought about blowing it off considering I did not think anything positive would come of it. I called to see if I had to go in for the bloodwork still and was told "Yes, some women bleed and are still pregnant." Really?!? I am 99% positive that I am not pregnant and really did not want someone giving me that little sliver of hope. To top it off I ended up with a nasty bruise from the draw. When I sat down the tech who was to draw my blood said "Oh, I remember you...you are the hard stick." I really wanted to reply with "I remember you too - you are the one who caused me to bruise before the needle was even out of my arm." I am still waiting for the call for the results. I left a voicemail for the nurse...the waiting is killing me and has really put me into a foul mood today. Ugh.