Day 3 fert report?!?!?

So when they called me with the fert report on Thursday she said that they look at them again Saturday and I *could* be called if I wanted.  I was all like "Yeah I want to be called!" So she said "OK, I'll make a note for them to call you."  Well since Thursday I had spent the whole morning just starring at the phone I thought it would be a good idea to get out of the house and distract myself.  So Jeff and I took a two hour drive up to Milwaukee through some scenic area so I could look at the fall foliage (I'm a massive sucker for leaves changing) and then go to the casino up there - Potawatomi.  Our paperwork says that the clinic could call at anytime up to 6pm.  They didn't call.  And of course by 6pm when I tried to call to get answers, no one answered.  Admittedly I was able to go full half hours without checking my phone - instead of every five minutes - to see if I missed a call.  And I was having fun in the process instead of a ball of anxious nerves but still! AND we were able to stretch the money we'd brought for seven hours (and have a decent buffet for dinner).  We did not walk away winners, but of course I'd rather our luck was with our embryos instead of in a slot machine, but I was very happy to be feeling well enough to get out of the house for so long (granted most of it was sitting on my butt, which is exactly the kind of "activity" I needed).  But I consider any casino trip a win if we can win enough from our small amount of money that we could keep playing for six hours.  I particularly enjoyed the new Family Guy game.  

Since it's Sunday I called several numbers (five to be exact) getting the voice mail run around of on call nurses until someone finally answered a phone, said that's the lab's fault and gave me the secret option button they don't tell you on the machine to get through to the lab.  But of course the lab is busy "doing procedures" so I had to leave a message.  So now I get to spend today once again starring at the phone.  OMG!  Talk about testing my patience!  I WANNA KNOW HOW MY EMBIES ARE DOING DAMNIT!  This shows I'd be a concerned parent right? LOL.  I'm not trying to be a pain in the ass, just a simple phone call that they were supposed to make anyway.  Grrrrr.