September 18, 2006
This is the definition of frustrating. We called to make a doctor's appointment so that we can have a blood test done to find out if we really are pregnant and our doctor can't get us in until Thursday. Granted, that's only a few days away, but there are times in life when you really, really, really do not want to wait, and this is one of them.
Ross called the doctor's office back and asked if they could refer us to another doctor, one that could get us in right away, but our doctor wouldn't go for it. She said there was no harm in waiting a few days and that she'd really like us to see her about this. She didn't come right out and say it, but I'm guessing that after going through several years of infertility with us, she'd like to be the one to give us the good news. Provided it is good news.
Now we face the unbearable task of trying to get through the next four days and I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. I could pass the time by taking more pregnancy tests, but I'm a bit tired of the challenge of peeing on sticks, that and I've now taken so many pregnancy tests that I could do an indepth report on all the brands and how well they work. So, for now, we wait and climb the walls in the meantime.
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