Now the waiting starts

This morning I went to the doctor to have my blood test to check for ovulation. Who doesn't love getting up early on a Saturday morning when you can sleep in? The clinic is first come first serve on Saturday, and previous experience has told me I need to be first one there. Well, I guess word got out because when I got there I was lucky number 13.

I had to wait for about an hour and half. Not horrible because they actually had recent magazines to read. I am now well informed on Pippa Middleton's diet and the exercises I can do to get her ass. I am pretty sure the only way I am getting Pippa's ass is to cut out the picture from the magazine and paste it on.

To add to the mystery that is my body I have no veins. I am sure I do have veins because the blood seems to circulate through my body and I am alive, but doctors and nurses hunt for them like pirates following a treasure map. There is nothing like being infertile to require numerous blood tests and IVs. So before any blood test I sit in the car and down about 2 bottles of water. So by the time they called number 8 I thought I was gonna wet my pants. Since I wanted so long it didn't really matter anyway. The nice lady couldn't find my veins and had to take the blood from my hand.

So now the waiting begins. I will call the doctor on Tuesday to find out if I ovulated than it's just 4 mind numbing days to wait until I can pee on another sick. In the mean time I have report cards to be writing and a whole stack of new recipes to try. It's not like I eat my emotions or anything. I really feel like a nap right now so I am going to be nice to me and take one.