A part of it is relief, but mostly, just disappointment.
The nurse finally called back and didn't give me specifics (although I plan on going by there to see if I can get my own copy of the results) but said that everything fell well within the normal range. I was speechless. I held back tears. Now I feel guilty for having hoped something would be off. Matt is pretty shocked too. And I'm pretty sure I'll never get him to quit smoking now.
They called in 3 months of Clomid and said to call back if I'm not pregnant after that. I'm not even sure I'll pick it up, but I'm most definitely not planning on taking it...at least I don't think I am. I can tell Matt is really sitting over there thinking about how our life would be if I had a baby (or two) in December and went back to school with a 4 week old to finish out my last semester of school. Jeeze, how would that affect a breastfeeding relationship!?! Ugh. This is even more difficult than not knowing.
I'm off for some quality friend time after another jam packed day in the OR. I started my first ever IV (which I got of my first try) in the chubby hand of a little girl and saw how fun the OR can be when you're in there with a great team and a great (and hilarious) doctor (who was also a great teacher) who have all worked together for so long that it was like a family. I really wish I could have just stayed in there for the rest of the semester.