Monday Morning

I broke down this afternoon and called Dr. Trolice's office. I know I'm impatient but I need to know something and soon. Michelle said she remembers telling me to take a home test on Sunday, but I told her the first 2 I've taken were negative. She said to come in at 7 am on Monday and they will draw blood. First is to check my progesterone which will determine if I'm going to start my period and the other is a beta which hopefully will come back that I'm pregnant. I get the results back in 2 hours. That will be the most agonizing 2 hours of my life. More devasting that saying I'm not pregnant will be the news that I was and miscarried, although since I know nothing about it, maybe I can't have miscarried so soon? I'm so sleep-deprived from this past week and sick with worry that I'm virtually brain dead and I'm sure Michelle is already sick of hearing from me . Normally a glass of red wine would be nice, but I'm not going to chance anything right now. . . .