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Uterus: empty. Death ray: charging.

The official results are in from this morning's bloodwork — negative as expected.

Remember what I said about the delay until post-cycle consultation? Mine won't be until December 1. Not only that, but they offered to do it by phone.

Unacceptable. How can I make the embryologist's head explode simply by staring at it really hard if we're not even in the same town?

I wonder if I should warn the staff to wear slickers for easy cleanup of the inevitable gore.