The doctor's office threw me for a loop today. They always call on my cell, but I didn't hear from them. When I finally got out of a meeting a few minutes ago, I was able to call, only to discover they'd left a message on my home voicemail. The number was 6014, so things are still looking good. I have an ultrsound scheduled for next Thursday. I'm supposed to keep up with the progesterone twice a day.
Big sigh of relief (except about the progesterone, which I'll whine a little about this weekend-mine came in giant flying saucer tubs that are a pain to get it out of). But I should hardly complain, right? We might really be having a baby!!!