We knew the results wouldn't be in for a few hours, and we had some time to kill before picking Ryan up at preschool, so we went window shopping at Buy Buy Baby. We laughed at the sheer amount of baby stuff there is out there, and talked about how looking at it all wasn't as overwhelming this time around. We discussed what type of crib we would like (since Ryan's is now is headboard and footboard on his full size bed...or will be, once we attach it!) and tried out a few strollers, since Ryan's is just about shot. We picked up Ryan and headed home.
We were totally unprepared for how devastating is was to be told the test was negative. Technically, it was positive, but a 'good' hormone level would have been around 100; mine was eight. With John beside me, I listened as the sympathetic nurse told us how sorry she was, asked if we had any questions, and inquired what time on Thursday I could come into the office to have another blood test and talk to the doctor. I told her I would have to call her back; I just couldn't think at the moment. Luckily for us, our friend Maggie was here and graciously offered to take Ryan back to her house so that we could have a chance to talk. (Ryan heard her and had his shoes on in a flash.)
We didn't really know what to say. Both of us had been so sure of a positive result that it was hard to accept. The nurse had said that Dr. Awadalla wanted to recheck my lab values on Thursday, to make sure that the levels were decreasing back to zero. We decided to just wait to see what he had to say and then move forward from there.
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