Jeez, I was so preoccupied I forgot the news of the day: the SA – well at least our part of it – is done! Communication between doctor and lab and us left a little bit to be desired, though. We got to the lab and the receptionist asked us for our paperwork. We did not have any. DH was never given any, nor told he had to have any. Receptionist said she’d check to see if the doctor faxed it over, and luckily he had. DH and I were shooting looks at each other and muttering, “Paperwork? He never mentioned paperwork. I’ll be pissed…” And then the receptionist asked if we had the sample. …. No. We were not told to bring a sample with us, nor were we given anything to put a sample in. So she got us one and told us we could drop it off whenever.

Den didn’t say anything – he’s far too nice sometimes – but neither of us wanted to rearrange our schedules to make a second trip in tomorrow. We we went in search of a private washroom. We found one. :D I did point out to Den that they more than likely had some sort of room for on-site samples, but I think he didn’t really want to ask, it would have made him feel even weirder. I just tried to make it feel like we were having a naughty public tryst. Considering he hasn’t been able to do anything with me for over two weeks, it wasn’t a hard sell!

So the sample is done. As we left the building Den said, “That was somewhat anti-climactic.” In fact it’s only really sinking in for me now that our first big step is done and that we’ll soon be getting results that could change everything. I’m thinking Den is probably full of apprehension at getting the numbers. I really don’t know what to expect. And we’ll just have to deal with whatever we get.