Scares and Reassurance

Two weeks ago today I got a phone call from the GC coordinator at the clinic. She said she got the results of my lab work back. So of course, I was all excited to hear that I had passed the exams. What she said, however, was nothing like what I had expected. She told me I had Chlamydia. I. Freaked. Out. I have never once in my life had an STI, and since the hubs has never been with anyone but me, there was no chance I had gotten it from him. Well, the coordinator told me that they've been getting a lot of false-positives on that particular test lately, and they were having their lab equipment checked, but said she needed me and the hubs to get checked locally, just to be sure.

Needless to say within an hour of that phone call, he and I were in our local clinic waiting to go give samples. The provider was very sweet and did her best to reassure me that it was not unlikely, given my clean history, that a false-positive was what we had, but that she would let us know for sure once she got the test results back.
Last Friday, she called us to tell us that our results had come in and that neither the hubs nor I had Chlamydia. She faxed the lab printout to the clinic, and I got word from our Intended Father this week that we have all passed our medical and psychological exams, and that we just need to wait for our egg donor to be screened.

PHEW!