The title says it all.

I called in to school today, because I decided that no matter what the answer, I wanted to be home to process it.  The lab tech had said to call for results, and the office opens at 8.

I started calling at 8, and kept getting the answering service.  By 8:30, even the service operators were saying "I don’t know what’s going on, they usually start taking calls at 8. . . ." Of course.  The Today Show featured all the things babies need, and then did a spot on grandparents.  When I finally got through to the lab, I got a voice mail service, asking me to provide a whole bunch of stuff, and that my provider would call back in 24 hours. TWENTY-FOUR HOURS?

I waited a bit, talked to Amy, and called back to see if I could reach my doctor, or someone, because I needed to know.  I got the lab, who told me it was negative.  The lab person said she didn’t know how to transfer back, so I waited a bit and called back, and am now waiting for my doctor to call back.  Even that was a debacle, because I had seen one doc up until my last pap, and the doc I saw at my last pap is the one that I would see if I was pregnant, and finally I just told the recpetionist "Look, either one, just one of them, please, I just want to ask about the whole late period thing."

Then I emailed Dave, with a "Negative. I’m Sorry." and that’s when I cried.

Fucking A.

And also? No fucking period.