2 weeks has passed and I have survived counting the days. For me, at this time, the most difficult decision was this: do I go for my blood test in the morning or in the evening. This might sound strange, but here, now, I was paranoid.
Option 1 – Morning test.
If I take the test in the morning, I will receive my results that same day. (Advantage) But what if I see that red spot? Will I only be more disappointed than previously? Will I then seem as paranoid as I felt? Or maybe, if I do it now, no matter what the outcome, at least I will know where we stand, if we need to go for round 3 or not.
Option 2 – Afternoon test.
Results next day. (Disadvantage) I don’t think I will be able to count another day. Not knowing is sort of driving me insane. But at least I will not look as crazy as in option 1?
Anyways, I went for the blood test that morning. At the end of the day, I am a lady that likes to look things in the eye and take the bull by the horns. If not, why not? I sat the day, in my office, waiting for the phone to ring. I hardly went to the loo, not to miss that phone call. And then it happened, the doctor’s voice on the other line: “Natasha, you are pregnant!! The count is so high, I am expecting twins!!!!!!!” What!!!! I was in tears, I just thanked her, I couldn’t speak to her much longer, and I had to tell my husband.
At that time, Mr. V was at a friend’s, I walked in, told him the news, and tears were flowing, I drove around town and told everyone, my mom, my sister, I just couldn’t work any longer.
We were ecstatic!!!!!
First sonar: 7 October 2010
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