The clinic called...

and told me that I had some lab work done a week ago and had to come in for my results. I kindly informed them that I already knew the results and that I didn't need to drive 30 minutes and over a mountain to hear them tell me what I already knew. I asked them if I should make my first appointment over the phone as I was already in my 6th week. She told me just to come in and we would go over some paperwork.

Troy happened to get off early today so he called around 2:30 to let me know he was on his way home. I had walked down to the BBQ place to get out of the house and get some excercise so I had him meet me there. After hearing that they called, he said he would take me down there right then since he could be there with me, JUST IN CASE those vampires tried to get my blood again.

We got there and nobody knew who called and told me to come in or why. That was kinda making me nervous but not too much as I had just taken another pregnancy test two days ago just for reassurance. A lady finally called us back and gave us a ton of information and paperwork. Apparently I will no longer be seen as this clinic and all future appointments are going to take place at Tripler Army Medical Center, the pink hospital on the hill where Troy was born. That's kinda neat that his baby will be born at the same hospital, almost 26 years later. :)

And no, they did not get my blood. Thank you God! If they end up needing blood that bad, I will pick a scab for them. I know that's nasty, but it's 10 times better than passing out.