You Can't Always Get What You Want
by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards
No, you can't always get what you want/ You can't always get what you want/ You can't always get what you want/ And if you try sometime you find/ You get what you need
So, after a busy morning teaching Havah Nagila to 3rd grade, reviewing basic notation with 2nd grade, and beginning to set up the sound system for the afternoon's assembly, I suddenly got really dizzy and noticed my heart was racing. Wisely, I sat down to help my heart get calm. Unwisely, I got up shortly and went to set up more equipment. By the time I got back to my water, ("this will help, I'm just dehydrated") I was so dizzy my legs collapsed under me as soon as I decided sitting down would be a good idea.
Really, though, it's astonishing how quickly the EMTs arrive when you can't catch your breath - and I'm grateful. Luckily, none of the big stuff they looked for at the hospital was abnormal, so I'm back at home now, with strict orders to rest. LB is taking this very seriously, and has set us up with some Big Love and knitting for the night.
At the hospital, one of the questions I have always dreaded is "Is there any possibility you could be pregnant?" Mostly because it tends to be asked when I come in with a broken hand, sprained wrist, or burned arm, and because they never believe you the first time:
"Are you sure there's no way you could be pregnant?"
My stock answer? "If I am, you'll need to call the Vatican."
But this time, I finally got to admit that, yes, there is a possibility I could be pregnant (!) - and so they did a urine test. At 6 DPO. And...it's negative. But LB insists on holding out hope. And if it turns out that I am pregnant, I know have ample reason to sue the pants off of the hospital if the kiddo turns out to have radiation-related problems, seeing as they gave me a chest x-ray with no protection.
Have I mentioned yet how much I love LB? She keeps me sane in this process, and is almost always the pragmatic one in our couple (as much as it kills me to admit it lately). When I came back from the x-ray throwing a big pity party for myself (and why do they make the x-ray technician tell you the test was negative, hmm?), she was right on the ball with a reminder that the hospital tests are no more accurate than the HPTs at this point, and that there is no way anyone can tell if we're getting a baby yet. Lovely girl.