A conversation that I had with my phlebotomist this morning when getting my blood drawn to make sure my HCG levels are declining. *Note this was not at my OB or RE’s office. It was just a blood draw place at the hospital.
Her: Which arm today?
Me: *handing her my right arm since it is closest to her* This one is fine.
Her: Oh, is that a bruise?
Me: Oh yeah, I had my blood drawn on Friday. Should I use the other arm?
Her: No that is fine.
Her: So are you pregnant?
Me: *Feeling awkward* Actually I am in the process of miscarrying.
Her: Oh I’m sorry…was it planned?
Me: I guess technically no, but we’ve been trying for a while. This one surprised us though.
Her: I’m actually trying to get pregnant too. I’m taking my first pregnancy test tomorrow before going to the doctor.
Me: Oh wow…good luck. *Desperately wanting this conversation to end*
Her: Yeah, I really hope I’m pregnant. I’ve been feeling kinda light headed and sorta…queasy, ya know?
Me: Those are good signs.
Her: So how do you know if you are miscarrying? Do you start spotting?
Me: *Wanting to run away although the needle is still in my arm* Well I’ve been trying for 2 years so I’m really in-tune with my body. So this time I knew something was wrong because I started bleeding too soon after ovulation. Others that I have had have been different though.
Her: Oh okay. I just really want to be pregnant.
Me: *thinking “yeah, me too bitch”* I’m sure it will work out for you. *Cries on the inside*
Her: It’s like when you have a boyfriend you don’t want to get pregnant. But when you are ready you are so scared that you won’t be able to get pregnant!
Her: I just really hope it goes well tomorrow.
Her: Okay you are all done.
Me: Thanks. Good luck to you.
Her: Thank you!
The end. Next time I go she will probably have a baby belly to show for it and I’ll still be in the same damn place I’ve been for the last 2 years.