Testing, Testing?

So last night was quite the night. I went to the urgent care because I was breathing kind of funny. They did an EKG and 2 chest x-rays ... blood tests, urinalysis, and checked me out. Everything seemed ok, except for the random breathing difficulty, so they sent me home and told me it was probably just stress. They did mention that they would call when the blood tests results came back.

So I get home and an hour and a half later I get a call. They told me that the blood test (a test they do to measure for some sort of blood clot in your lungs) came back abnormal.

I was a little stressed. She told me to go the ER right away and they would figure it out. So I leave Matt and the girls at home and drive to the ER. I guess it must have been quite the night, because the waiting room was packed. Literally every chair filled. They did the intake/triage, and then I waited over 3 hours to go back.

8 hours, another EKG, 2 more chest x-rays, a lovely catheter, leg ultrasound, more blood tests, and lots of waiting, later, I was luckily released. They told me that I seem to be fine, but since I'm pregnant they can't do a CT Scan which would completely rule out a blood clot in my lungs. So now I have to just watch for any worsening symptoms. (they did say that being pregnant sometimes causes an elevated level on this test, but there's no way to know either way)

Can I just say, that coming home when you would normally be waking up is sad? Knowing you have to get the big girls off to school and watch the little ones. Thank you to Aunt Karen who came over last night so Matt could waste his night with me.

I'm tired now. And I could do without ballooning things into my bladder. Yuck.

I actually feel worse now, than before I went. (although I realize it's better safe than sorry and all of that)