Pop!

That was the sound of the nurse bursting my bubble yesterday, when she told me that it was unlikely for me to be pregnant if I was still testing negative on day 35 of my cycle.

She indulged me and suggested I come in for a blood test if I wanted to be sure.

“So if the blood test comes back negative, is there any chance I could still be pregnant?” I asked.

Nope, not so much.

If you know me at all, you know what I did next. Yup, I went for the blood test. I was pretty sure the results would be negative after talking to the nurse, so when the call came this morning confirming it, I wasn’t surprised. Still a little disappointed, but not surprised.

It’s not so much that I didn’t get pregnant – after all, it was really only our second month “trying” – but that I’ve somehow skipped a period for some other reason.

It could be due to stress, despite my newly achieved zen(-ish) state about the career-related goings-on that had me in quite the tizzy in recent weeks).

But more likely, it’s because I’ve now reached the “35 and over” period of my life where, apparently, I can skip ovulating for a month just because that’s what happens when you get older. (At least so says the all-knowing nurse. Ok, I’m being unnecessarily snippy – she was actually quite nice.)

So I’m generally OK with this, I guess, except for that it’s never, ever happened to me before and that kind of freaks me out (especially since I really have felt on-and-off nausea for the past week, including today, and don’t know why).

Also, I now have no idea when my next period will be or when I might be (hopefully) ovulating again so we can keep trying to get pregnant. I guess I’ll just work on the assumption that this is just a skipped cycle and my next one will pick up as though I didn’t miss one. I had just ordered some ovulation test strips online before I really thought I was pregnant anyway, so I guess I’ll trot those out starting next weekend and see what happens.

Again, fingers crossed …

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