so, um yeah.
Dear Husband made me test again, claiming that the one I had was "too old."
This time I got a positive. Four effing times.
I shit you not.
First appointment isn't until November 15th, unless something wrong happens. Yeah, thanks receptionist lady for mentioning that. Now I'll never get any sleep.
I'm happy, yet feel a little guilty. Like is was too easy this time. Normal?