2 under 2 under 2

HOLY SCHMIDT
NO WAY
OMG
OMG OMG
OMG
OMG
OMG

*Mouth hangs open*
Goggle

WHAT?

How on earth?...Well, I know how but stammer stammer huh?
I had been feeling a little weird lately. David took me out to dinner and I told him, "Dont be alarmed but I am going to do a pregnancy test in the morning."
I had hives all over my face and back. This has only happened to me 2 times in my life. Once when I ate lobster and when I was pregnant. I hadnt eaten any lobster so, logical conclusion right?
The next morning I pee'd in a cup and dug around in my cabinet. I had to have a PG test around in there somewhere. I was after the obsesso girl in my previous life as a person in infertility treatment. Sure enough, I found one. Dip it in, go back to what I was doing. I came back to it 3 minutes later and screamed, HOLY SHIT DAVID, GET IN HERE *NOW*. He came running in and I brandished this plastic stick like a sword and said, "Look at this!!" The look on his face was priceless.
Astonished, Panicked, Mouth Hanging Open Goggle. Then we both started laughing hysterically. I couldnt decide whether to laugh cry or both.
I was going to have another baby. When we did the math, that made Tabitha 15 months when the new one was going to be born. 2 babies under 2 years old. Oh. My. God. I had to leave for work with a very full head. I called my doc and told her that I wanted a blood test and a prescription for Prometrium (progesterone supplement to prevent miscarriage due to my historically low hormone levels). I went in for the blood test. It had to be the worst phelbotomist in the history of my adult life. She was digging around in there like she was panning for gold all under the guise of not wanting to 'hurt me'. I wonder if the white knuckles on the table tipped her off that she should try to find another vein?
I was a little bit naughty and checked the box at the top of the lab slip
'patient waiting' so that I would get the results faster. THEN began the long wait.
I called every 3 hours for the rest of the night. Finally at 9pm they told me not to call back until morning. 7am, still no answer dammit. I called on my way to work 7:30 I was told that they had an answer for me but I had to wait for a nurse.
So I waited, and waited. Grew a few more grey hairs and I waited.
Finally, the nurse came on and she told me that the blood test was negative. My beta number was under 2. I was not pregnant at all.
It is amazing how your whole world can change on a dime and I was actually sad. After everything, I was actually sad about not being pregnant after all. I thought maybe just maybe I just magically got pregnant on my own and that I wasnt broken after all.

Guess that even after everything, I still am a hope addict.