Well, here we are. Stood in in the rain waiting for the lab to open with about eight men, and was second in line for my blood draw. The phlebotomist was nice; we chatted a little about IVF. (I think I didn't look very excited, which made her ask me "so are you hoping for a positive or a negative test?") She taped a cotton ball to the inside of my elbow and sent me on my way. (I hate the tape, it always takes arm hairs with it when it gets peeled off.)
I'm strangely calm right now and I realized it's because I don't WANT to know. Throughout the year that we tried naturally, I think I took only one pregnancy test. I just don't want to hear bad news and I'm so sure it's bad news.