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So, I gather that the few of you who still pop by here have noticed that I haven’t posted much lately. Well, here’s how the last week has gone.

Welcome to my roller coaster.

Tuesday last week, after having returned home from Kauai late the night before, I went to get my pregnancy test for this go around. Then…I did stuff around the house.

Wednesday morning I called in for my results. There was a long pause and then the nurse informed me that my test had come back positive.

Me: “Are you sure?”
Her: “Yes. Your HcG level is 23. *starts to list off a bunch of don’ts that basically bounce off of my brain*”
And then I was told to get another blood test the next day. At this point I was very cautiously optimistic, but trying not to get my hopes up. Yes. This was my first positive pregnancy test in nearly six years of trying.

Thursday brought with it another blood test. This time they were testing both for HcG and Progesterone (though how they could gauge that second one when they have me taking Progesterone, I’m not sure. Whatever.)

Friday morning I called in for my new results, and was informed that my HcG level had only gone up three to 26, and it’s supposed to have at least doubled by that point. Obviously, another test was in order. My arms were not pleased with this news.

Friday night I went to see New Moon. This improved my mood considerably.

Saturday morning I went in for the next blood test, and boy howdy that was painful. Then I went to spend the weekend with friends watching Supernatural (I’m finally in Season 5!) and organizing their DVD collection. That last part should give you an idea of the state of my nerves. They were totally shot. But now Catslyn and Eideann have their movies in alphabetical order.

Monday morning, bright and early, I called in to get the results of the third test. I was told to call back at noon as the results were not in yet. So, I did what anyone else in my situation would have done. I went back to sleep. At noon (which is when I leave for work, by the way) I called in once more for the results, only to discover that my HcG levels were now going down. The nurse stated that she would talk to the doctor and get back to me. When we finally connected (after I’d spent an hour working on the Info desk and not bursting into tears) it was determined that I get to to yet another blood test when I get back from Thanksgiving vacation. They want to make sure that the levels go back to normal, apparently.

So, there you are. My week-long roller coaster. At this point I’m low on actual data, but I gather that I was pregnant for a very short time. I guess this means that It’s actually possible. The Shingles probably didn’t help things. It hasn’t completely gone away yet, by the way. At least it doesn’t hurt anymore.

Okay. Enough with the sadness. Check out this 1967 Mustang that I found.

It turns out that there is actually a classic car shop not far from me. I’m doomed.