I woke up early Monday morning. I wanted the news and I wanted it now. Unfortunately, I had to wait until 8:30 AM before the fertility clinic opened to find out if we were or were not pregnant. I called right at 8:30 AM, no response. 8:35 AM, no response, 8:40 AM, no response, 8:45, finally they answer the phone and connect me to the Nurses direct line. A few rings and I get voicemail. You have got to be kidding me. Clearly no one at the fertility clinic cares about me getting my news as much as I want to hear it!
A few painfully slow hours later, the nurse calls me back. I miss the call. I was in a meeting.
An hour later, I call the Nurse back only to get her voicemail again. This is getting ridiculous. I am ready to hop in my car and head straight into the feritility clinic and demand my results. Don’t these people know that I have been agonizing over these test results for the last 48 hours!
Luckily, I didn’t have to take matters in my own hands.
The Nurse called back. She gave me the news I have been longing to hear.
I am pregnant.