Well, technically she was a nurse.
Anyway, she said that I likely had a chemical pregnancy, which is when the egg gets fertilized but the body lets it go right away instead of letting it stick. They still took blood to test my estrogen levels, and they want to take it again on the first day that I ovulate, which should be in a week or so. She said that 85% of couples get pregnant in the first year of trying. Guess we're in the 15th percentile.
The lady who took my blood was hilarious. As soon as I sat down, she asked how far along I was, and I said "I'm not". Then she almost cussed and said "Oh shhh.. sorry, duh, she just said that." We had a good time chatting while she tried to find a vein. I told her I had plenty of blood, but it already left my body. We hit it off right away. She hunted for a place to prick and she said I had such skinny veins. At least part of me is skinny. We talked about tattoos, boys, and how much more embarrassing it is for boys who have to give a 'sample'. I couldn't help but make a few Dexter references as she filled 3 viles with my dark red blood. I'm hoping she'll process my blood work asap so I can find out within 24 hours and not have to wait until Monday, since they're closed on Saturdays.
So there it is! It was essentially a very early miscarriage. My sister-in-law told me she bought me a basal thermometer and extra test strips. I never thought I'd be the type of woman who charts and takes my temp everyday. I suppose this is the next step if we are seriously wanting to conceive. Things aren't as easy as they seem when you watch the teenagers on MTV - we actually have to work to have offspring.
Well g'night world. I'm hopeful for tomorrow and so tired of today.
(and by the way, I heard "Puttin' on the Ritz" on the radio today. I'm pretty sure I didn't need to hear that song God, but thanks for the thoughtful reminder.)