Home again this evening just in time to put Pob to bed. She was pleased to see me, but not overly so, and completely refused to kiss me, which was a bit sad. Perhaps she's cross with me for going away. I hope tomorrow will be better. I'm having a Friday off work for the first time in a month, so am seizing the opportunity to get my hair done, take Pob to Gymboree and then to a friend's house for tea. Pob is going to be a pumpkin, as is one of her little boy friends, I must remember to take a camera.
I expect to get the blood test results sometime during Gymboree, not quite sure how I'll handle it. I am still pregnant according to my FRER this evening, and it looks at least a little bit darker than the one I did on Tuesday, so the fat lady isn't opening her mouth just yet. However, it needs to be 200 or so for me to be convinced this has a future. Let's hope, yes?