Grrr....

It's official.  I hate the lab.  More specifically, I hate the lab on Saturday.  Even more specifically, I hate the lab on this particular Saturday.  If you'll recall, J and I decided (after much debate) to move our beta to BG so our insurance would cover it.  Yes, when you've spent nearly $15,000 on a "project," it's nice to have someone else pick up the tab for the end result.   Nevertheless, with all the other hurdles we've had to jump, I really shouldn't have expected this last endeavor to go smoothly.

And it hasn't.  Jax woke us up at 6:30, so we went ahead and showered and dressed and headed out to the clinic bright and early.  We arrived before the scheduled opening of 8:00, but the lobby opened at 7:30 so we were able to go on in.  You apparently have to get up mighty early to beat the old people.  I was about 9th or 10th on the list when I signed in.  When they finally called me back, they asked me if my doctor was being paged with the results as they were coded STAT.  I told her that no, we were given the choice and decided that since J works there we'd just look the results up ourselves.  So they draw my blood.  No problem.  We head home to wait (and cook....we're having J's family over for Thanksgiving today). 

We had already decided not to look up the results until everyone leaves our house this afternoon, but J decided it would be a good idea just to check and make sure the results have been entered into my chart (they should have been within an hour, having been coded STAT).  At that time, it had been a little over an hour.  There were no results there.  After several phone calls, we learned that the lab does not process the quantitative beta on Saturdays.  They don't "fire up that machine."  So, no official results until Monday.  I've been testing (I know, bad girl *smack hand*) on internet cheapies since Thursday, getting a super-duper faint line each time.  It's gotten a smidgen darker, but not a lot.  J sees the line, too, so I'm not imagining it.  He suggested that we get a better test for tomorrow since I couldn't get the results today.  I've had my cry time over not learning the results yet, and I'm trying to be patient.  But it's hard.  So, so, so hard.  I've waited so long for this, though, what's another 2 days? 

You wanna know what really makes me angry about all of this?  I don't even get to tell J the news.  He'll learn it first.  Since my cell phone coverage is spotty at best at work, he'll have to just look up the results on Monday after the test has been processed and email me the results.  I've known for a long time that I would never get to surprise my husband with the news that we were expecting.  Now I've been robbed of getting tto tell him at all.  He's going to tell me.  Or that we're not.  Whichever the case may be.

Those of you who pray, pray for patience.  I could sure use some.

Hugs and love,