I did the blood test this morning. At lunch, I started spotting. Got the call this afternoon with the result: negative. Very negative.
No, it doesn’t make sense. You saw: I had a positive pregnancy test. I had another positive one the next day to make sure. The nurse says that if I were ever pregnant, the result would have been higher. (“Did you use an expired test?”) No! I bought it that day and used the Cadillac of pregnancy tests. I seriously thought it was practically impossible to get a positive if you weren’t pregnant. And I got two in a row!
My brain wants to quibble with the medical mystery side of this story but it doesn’t change the result. For whatever reason, I am just not.
And now I’ve dragged you all along with me. It was a lot more fun to share the good news. Fun to believe it for 5 days. Fun to feel all the love and good wishes, to think about the poppy seed. Why did Clear Blue play this trick on me? I will never know… but it just seems so bizarre and unfair and…cruel.
This feels like a bad dream the way the positive felt like a good dream.
The spotting is most likely my period as this would be Day 31. Unless the blood test is wrong and then I’m just firing everybody.