So What Do You Do...?

... when you are only 8 weeks 6 days along and you aren't going to tell your boss you are pregnant for another 3 weeks but then he tells you that he bought you tickets to the Bon Jovi concert as a bonus/thank you for all of your hard work and you have to somehow tell him that you can't go without making a big deal about it and hopefully not spilling the beans.

 

It makes it doubly hard when you want to badly to go but your doctor has said concerts are a "no, no" and your boss even offered to watch your dog for the night while you are away.

 

Ugh!!!! 

 

I am being tested.  Not sure what for yet, but this has to be a test of some sort. 

 

Do you hear this Light Blue?  Do you see how strong your mother is?  My heart is actually racing! 

Ack!!!

Go give the Ws some love everyone! The lowercase came a bit early but is doing well so far, just like a champ.

Autumn

It is fall in Michigan.  How can I tell?  Not by the bright orange leaves scattering the ground.  Not by the clear cool nights with loads of stars.  Not by the fact that the Detroit Lions lost...again.  No, no.  I can tell because it is back.  The red itchy rashy painful eczema that wraps my torso in a 5 inch wide band all the way around my waist. I was told as a child suffering from this affliction (ALL OVER MY BODY) that I would grow out of it. Yeah, still waiting for that.  *sigh*  Oh, and the burning itchy watery eyes are helpful too.  I am wearing my glasses and still have to squint to read and constantly have to take off the glasses to wipe my leaky eyes with a tissue. 

 

Fall is my favorite time of year, but it isn't very nice to me.

We Are Godless

In more ways than one, but specifically we have been released from the supervision of the Fertility God and are now back in the hands of my GYN who is now my OB. 

 

Light Blue is measuring 18.8mm.  Do you know how small that is?  It boggles the mind, and also brings up the question of why are my pants fitting tighter when the babe is so tiny? Did I mention that T is calling me "Fatty" now? This is a name previously reserved for the dog. Thanks Honey!  Don't make me sit on you!!!!

 

Prometrium for another two weeks.  Metformin for another 8-10 weeks or so.

 

The u/s was much more interesting this time.  There are definite shapes to look at.  The head was clearly discernible from the feet and we saw the umbilical cord running to the placenta.  These pictures will have to last a while as my OB's office doesn't have their own u/s machine.  The GOOD thing is though, that she has her own practice so there will be only one doctor for all the prenatal appointments and she will be the one at delivery.  I like this much better than the idea of a group practice.

 

The FG said when we are ready for #2 (I know, it feels premature to talk about already, but being our last appointment with him, we sort of had to discuss it.) we should call the office and they will set us up with another Letrozole/IUI since that seemed to work well for us.  No trying for a year first, no Clomid, just call the office and schedule the IUI and we'll get the Rx for the drugs. Wham Bam thank you Fertility God. That takes a bit of a load off of my mind.  The bad news is, I cannot breastfeed and take the fertility drugs at the same time.  (Look at me talking like a mother, how strange is that?)

 

Two to four weeks until I see the OB depending on their schedule.

 

In other news, also good is...I GOT MY CAR BACK!!!!!! WHOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!! Have I ever mentioned I love my car?  Well I do.  Now I just have to fight with the rental car company who seems to think that I owe them $150 when the body shop said they would pick up the tab.  I don't even care, I have my own car so life is good.

Edited to add: I almost forgot, the FG mentioned almost in passing that my problem seemed to be PCOS. The PCOS is something that I have been trying to get diagnosed for years, literally since college. I now know I have the triple threat, Endo + PCOS + Hashimoto's Thyroiditis.

 

Pardon me, do you have the time?

Is it 3:30 yet?  I am leaving work at 3:30 to go pick up T at the car dealership where he is getting some work done on his car, then we are going to the Fertility God's office. 

Could time possibly pass any slower, even on a busy work day?

 

The embryo is now a fetus as I am 8 weeks today.  Still feels like a dream.   I do not feel pregnant. (No, I am not asking for morning sickness. I am not yet willing to claim that I have dodged that bullet.) I feel sort of not-myself, but I think it is more mental than physical and I have never been one to trust my own mind.  I have suffered far too many psychosomatic "symptoms" over the years to do that.

 

Is it wrong that every time I get up from my office chair I look back just to make sure it isn't covered in blood?  It just doesn't seem normal. Worry I understand, would even expect, but I am not sitting here on a daily basis biting my nails wondering if Light Blue has stopped growing.  I just keep looking for the blood bath to surprise me out of nowhere.

 

Is it 3:30 yet?

I am so boring, then again maybe not

If, after reading my last post, you guessed take a nap with the dog, followed by doing dishes and then knitting, you win!

 

Saturday I followed up by putting the flannel sheets on the bed, taking another nap and knitting some more.

 

Sunday I slept in until 10:20am (unbelievable!), went to the store with T, made lunch, ate lunch, knit some more, took another nap (the dog is loving this by the way, the more couch time the better), knit some more, had sex, ate dinner and went to bed.

 

Do I know how to live it up on the weekends or what?

 

This wild and crazy lifestyle shall continue this week as I am leaving work early this afternoon to go pick up my car from the body-shop. (Whooo Hoooo!!!!!!) I shall then drive it directly to my uncle's garage so he can give it a good going-over before we trust the repairs were made correctly. So I won't officially have my car back until tomorrow at the earliest, but it is a step in the right direction.

 

Tomorrow we play musical cars as we drop off T's car at the dealer for some warranty work, pick up my car (hopefully) then head to the Fertility God's office for the 8 week scan.  Hopefully all is well there so we can go directly to the gym which is right around the corner.  If things are not well, I shall want to go directly home to bed, do not pass go, do not collect $200 (or the $500 we spent to get this particular cycle this far) but T will most likely still want to go to the gym to blow off the steam of despair.  A slight issue we will deal with if the situation arises and of course we will hope for the best which will make the point null and void.

 

Yesterday I told T that I had read semen has a property in it that softens the cervix and can help move it along toward labor.  He hugged me and said, "Let's go soften your cervix!" I laughed and said, "No, he needs to stay in there a little longer". To which he replied, "It's a girl!"  Now, I am not saying that I think/intuit that Light Blue is a boy but T has his mind made up that Light Blue is a girl.  He wants a girl.  I remember when my BIL and his wife got the results of their ultrasound and we all got the emails with the u/s pictures and the announcement that they would really prefer a boy BUT they are having a girl, damn.  Um, HELL NO will I be disappointed with my child before we even meet!  NO, just NO. (There will be plenty of time for Light Blue to disappoint me as a teenager, this is just too soon.)  So, I am hoping for neither a boy or a girl, however, I am also hoping that T gets what he wants, whether he knows it yet or not.

 

Funny thing, we know that my due date is 6-6-06.  Does anyone see an auspicious, or should I say, inauspicious number in there anywhere?  666 ring a bell?  I have mentioned before that T is rather fond of death metal, speed metal, all things Slayer and otherwise thought of as satanic (Slaytanic to the initiated) even though they are not really. He is LOVING this due date.  If it is ever corrected I think he will fight it. (He is convinced that it was the sex in the hotel room with the porn movie that got me pregnant, not the IUI that followed two days later.)  We have joked extensively that should we have a boy we should name him Damien.  Flipping through channels this weekend he paused on Mtv.  The VJ's name? Damien.  Are we doomed?

Wild and Crazy Friday Night!!!

T is working late tonight.  If we are lucky, he might make it home by 2am.  He went in this morning at 6am.  Poor guy.

 

Here is the thing.  There is a list of things I would like to get done in his absence.

 

1) Do dishes and clean the kitchen until it shines.

 

2) Vacuum main floor area rugs and carpeting in basement.

 

3) Do our budget, or you know, invent one (one of those things I keep meaning to do).

 

4) Take a nap with the dog (I am sure she won't mind).

 

5) Knit!  I want to hurry up and finish the poncho I am working on so I can start making things for Light Blue.  I don't do well with deadlines so I will need until June to get the two items done that I have in mind. (I have a pattern for a baby afghan named "Blue Tranquility".  How perfect is that?!?!?!)

 

6) Watch the DVDs I have had for almost a year and haven't watched yet. (Mary Poppins and Turner and Hooch) (Yes, I have seen both movies, just not since I got the DVDs.)

 

7) Try NOT to think about the 8 week appointment on Tuesday since we will either "graduate" from the Fertility Gods or find something has gone terribly horribly wrong.

 

8) Put the flannel sheets on the bed.

 

9) Write another entry in my This is How We Came to be Your Parents journal.  I am up to the part where I had a car accident.  Light Blue's first trauma!

 

10) Listen to the current audiobook on my ipod. "In the Company of Cheerful Ladies" by Alexander McCall Smith. LOVE his books.  I recently finished "Portuguese Irregular Verbs" and will be giving it to my Step-Dad for Christmas.

 

Any bets on which one(s) actually get done? 

So many issues, so little time.

1) The siding people are now hounding us for payment.  We have the money sitting right there on the desk.  We just don't feel like paying them yet.  Hmm.  That sounds familiar, we would like to but...  I am now psyching myself up to call the owner back and throw it in his face that they continue to prove the lack of communication within their office.  It might actually be fun! :0)

 

2) I had a dream this morning that I was at a country club with Alan Alda.  I cried on his shoulder that I hadn't slept in weeks.  He asked where I needed to go.  I said Christopher Robin's house.  I woke up with Kenny Login's song "Return to Pooh's Corner" going through my head.  I haven't heard it in years!!!  (A Pooh themed nursery is not out of the question, but I hadn't realized how much I had actually been thinking about it.  I like Snoopy too.)  Still, where does Alan Alda fit in?

 

3) I went to the endocrinologist yesterday for a pregnancy/thyroid check up.  He will have to watch me closely.  They have a lab right there in the office so I sat down for the blood draw.  She went in the #1 chosen vein and couldn't get anything.  She wiggled and twisted the needle around and no blood came out.  She pulled out the needle which made a disturbing pshshshshshsh sound, like a freshly popped Tupperware lid!  She tried the other vein in the same arm.  The right has always been the default go-to arm.  I do not understand this recent turn of events regarding my blood (remember my hematoma experience a couple months ago?).  She decided I didn't know what I was talking about when I told her to use the right arm.  She turned her attentions to my inner left elbow.  This third poke produced the same as the first two, no blood and that awful pshshshshshsh sound when she finally gave up and withdrew the needle.  I have officially dried up!  She gave me paperwork to take to a different lab, told me to drink tons of water before I go and they will get copies of the results. *eyes rolling*  Can nothing be simple in life? I used to get my thyroid checked every month! I've never had this problem before.  She told me I have good veins, they just didn't feel like letting go of any blood yesterday, I guess.

 

4) The good news is we got the check from the other people's insurance company yesterday to cover the deductible on fixing my car.  We thought we would have to up front the money and screw around to get it back. Yay!!!!

 

That is enough for now.  I am SO tired.  If only Alan Alda would let me sleep at night.

No Music for the Little One, At Least Not Yet.

This kid, will be exposed to ALL KINDS of music.  I listen to such a wide variety it isn't even funny. T will be sure to explain the finer points of death metal, speed metal, thrash and plain ol' hard rock.  From me the child will learn about 80's hair bands, Broadway show tunes, movie scores (as opposed to soundtracks), a little country and best of all, yoga music!  My mother will teach it/him/her campfire songs from her many summers at camp growing up in the 50's.  My mother-in-law will no doubt try to become the flute teacher she has always wanted to be.  Poor kid.  I took private flute lessons for over 8 years.  There are so many more interesting instruments out there (I played 7 in the high school band).

 

So anyway, why not go to the Black Label Society concert in Chicago in November?  I asked the Fertility God explaining the show would be in a club, not an arena and we really didn't know much about the venue.  He suggested that the excessive noise and probable crowded smokey atmosphere would not be the best environment for me at that still early stage of pregnancy.  I am disappointed not to see this show, but it is a small price to pay if it means having a healthy baby.  We think we might work something out with T's brother.  If they could meet us in Chicago (half way between our two towns of residence) then the two boys could go to the show together while SIL and I hung out with their son who will be 5 months old at that point. Thus both tickets (already purchased) would get used and no one feels left out of anything.  Sounds like a good plan, no?

 

So now, I have a question.  It is both dog and baby related so I expect answers from at least two people (Ahem, Christine and Threebees when you get a chance, no rush).  About this whole, training the dog how to react to the baby thing.  Did you do this?  Is this recommended?  Should I have any reason to think that my overly anxious change-hating dog will not handle the addition of an attention robbing noise making funny smelling tiny person?  I thought that I would have her tested by the local Humane Society to be sure she can handle small children, etc.   We have never seen anything vicious about her, ever, but like I said, she hates change and in her home is different than the neighbor kids out in the yard, right?  She seemed OK with my nephew (the above mentioned infant) a couple weeks ago.  She sniffed him a bit and licked his cheek (he is quite used to dogs as they have two) but she did cock her head sideways and eventually barked at him when he cried.  Your ideas would be most appreciated. Maybe she'll just go on another hunger strike like she did while I was away this weekend. *eyes rolling*

 

And now, the child must have a name here in blogland. After much consideration, I have settled on Light Blue for he/she/it is very much a part of me, only smaller. 

 

7 weeks tomorrow, still not comfortable with this whole thing yet.

6 Week Ultrasound

We saw a single baby 6.7mm long with a beautiful fluttering heartbeat!!!!!!  I go back in two weeks, if everything looks good I will "graduate" into the care of my OB. 

 

He gave us pictures from the u/s which I will take over to show my mother later today.  She is so excited.  She has three grandchildren but they have all been adopted.  Nothing wrong with that at all, but she has never gone through a pregnancy like this before so this is all new and exciting. 

 

The bad news is, the Fertility God says the concert tickets we have for November 12 are a no go.  So, we will still go to Chicago and T will go to the show and I will not. :0(  It is a small price to pay if I can deliver this baby in June.

 

Thank you all for your concern about my car wreck yesterday.  T is beside himself that the other driver did not get a ticket.  My grandmother said she thinks that road tests should be required after a certain age.  She was issued a new license last June and thought there should have been more to it. (I love my grandmother.)  I am waiting to hear back from the body shop as to whether the car is terminal or not.  My poor car. :0(  We are scheduled to have it paid off next June.  The whole not having a car payment when the baby is born was a really good thing.  Now that might not happen.  I have the pitifully scarred and bent center cap from the front driver's side wheel on my desk at work.  I picked it up out of the gutter yesterday.  The P is gone but you can still read ONTIAC and see the distorted insignia. *sniffle*

First of All...

I am OK.  Keep that in mind.  I am FINE.

 

I was in a car accident at lunch today.  My car was T-boned by an elderly couple trying to turn left across three lanes of traffic.  They hit me squarely by their front end, smashed in the grill and bumper of their car but no major damage there.  My car.  Well. My car is another story.  It is up at the body shop getting an estimate.  T thinks they will total it. :0(

 

The couple tried to make it out to the officer that I was speeding and that it was my fault.  The officer said that the limit was 45mph through there and had I actually been going 45 I would not have ended up crooked over the curb with one wheel in the air but rather across the street probably in the telephone pole.  She never asked either of us what happened.  She could tell by the damage on the vehicles and where my car landed that it was not my fault.  The driver of the other car had an invalid license since he had cut the edges off to fit it into his wallet but she let him off the hook for that since it wasn't actually expired.  She stated it was his fault but did not give him a ticket.  (It took a while for the officer to show up.  She apologized and said she would have been there sooner but she noticed two women running after a man through a parking lot.  When the man saw the cop he took of in a different direction.  She nabbed him and it turns out he had just shoplifted something out of a the store where the two women work.)

 

My head hit the window on the driver's side door a couple times. (Yeah, so that's what those side airbags are for.  Maybe I should look into those in my next vehicle.)  My back is sore from the sideways jolt and my knee is a bit sore (maybe that hit the door too, not sure) but I am fine.  I called the doctor and the nurse said unless I have any problems develop they will just give me a good going over in the morning when I have my ultrasound.  She said just to take it easy the rest of the day.  I had planned on going to the gym after work tonight but I think my heartrate has been raised enough for one day.

 

So, I have been taking deep breaths and thinking calm Zen thoughts since I have heard that stress is basically the worst thing for the baby at this point.  Ahhhh.  I was not hurt, it is just a car, they make more everyday. 

 

T came and picked me up and took me home to pick up his mom's car which we had borrowed since we were supposed to take the Firebird in for service tonight.  We cancelled that appointment since we now don't have an extra car.  The body shop said they may have a loaner for me but we will check on that when they call with the estimate. 

 

I am back in the office.  My coworkers have nicknamed me "Crash" and are calling me that every chance they get!  Ya gotta love 'em.

 

Just wanted to let you know and again, I am OK!

Top Heavy

I developed early.  I was one of those poor girls who was getting her bra snapped/unhooked by the boys in the 4th grade.  Not.Fun.  By 6th grade I was wearing the same bra size as my mother, a full B cup.  Thank goodness the other girls finally caught up to me in middle school.

 

I may have mentioned before that undergoing this weight loss over the last year has been detrimental to my boobs.  They lost quite a bit of those 35-40 pounds.  They have been looking flat and wrinkled and in desperate need of a lift of some sort.  However, over the last couple of weeks I have been able to notice a visible difference in them.  They are round and full and though a bit sore, not too bad.  (I will need to get something reinforced for exercising. Duct Tape maybe? The bouncing is just.not.good.)

 

They are gorgeous.

 

T has decided we should take pictures of my now quite voluptuous rack so that we can later show said pictures to a plastic surgeon as an example of what we want the "after" picture to look like.  I have never been one to consider plastic surgery before, but now that I see the potential, I must admit the idea does not repulse me. 

 

I have also noticed over the last week the occasional shooting chest pain.  It is a quick catch-your-breath sort of thing.  The kind that makes you change the position you are sitting in.  At first I thought I was just in an uncomfortable chair, but they have continued in different chairs, different days, etc.  I started thinking maybe the baby implanted in my lung instead of my ute, but I suppose we'll find that out at my scan on Thursday.  "Um, a little higher doc."

 

I am wondering now if those pains are related to the expansion of the chest.  Am I getting a bit top/front heavy? If so, I think the only solution is to wear a backpack which is heavier than my front to pull everything upright again, balance myself out.  What do you think?

Tidbits and Disclaimers

Wow, that sucks. I just typed up this whole post and was in the edit before actually posting stage when my browser closed on its own and I lost the whole thing. I hate when that happens!

 

In short

 

On Multiples. T is convinced we are having twins. Basically a Murphy's Law sort of thing. His boss, knowing about the three mature follicles at the time of insemination has put his vote in for six! He is thinking three sets of identical twins. Yeah, thanks for that. We will find out Thursday morning I guess. (Secretly hoping for twins. Would be overjoyed with a single healthy baby too of course and would certainly not turn away triplets but if we could put in a request, it would be twins.)

 

On Belly Pics. I am not sure how I feel about belly pics. I have been told I will wish later that I had taken them if I do not now. I had not made my mind up about this when I was blinded by a bright light, a flash as it were, while in the shower the other day. T took it upon himself to document the moment, you know, while I was naked, wet and shaving my bits. Um, those will NOT be posted online.

 

On grandmothers. T's mother has made this big deal about how my BIL lives in another state so she never gets to see them and since they had a baby in June she doesn't get to see her grandson, etc. Typical nagging mother of an adult child who wants to get away from the parent stuff. So SIL and Nephew were in town last week and after a bit of nagging went over to visit MIL. Nephew has reflux and is teething so he is not a happy camper a lot. Apparently, as soon as they arrived at MIL's house Nephew began to scream. She got all flustered, said she could not see him like that and threw them out!!! Can I get a WHAT THE FUCK here? She has seen the child all of two times since his birth and he cried (as babies tend to do from time to time) and she kicked them out? Oh My God! I cannot wrap my head around it.

 

On Infertility Blogging vs. Pregnancy Blogging. Yeah. I am not shutting down the blog or changing the blog or moving the blog. My intro says I want two kids. If that happens in one shot (see paragraph 1 above) then great, if not, then I shall stick around until the American Dream is achieved. This blog was created out of selfish reasons and shall continue in the same manner. I do appreciate the readers I have, but darlings, you are the flies on the wall of my innermost thoughts. You shall see what I put out there, which is whatever I happen to be going through at the time. At the moment, that is a very early, very longed for pregnancy. This is as close to a *warning*/pg ment./disclaimer of personal feelings you are going to get for the next 34 weeks. Mmmmkay?

There is more to me than my beta numbers...

let's see:

1. I have to pee like every three minutes.  This is very odd for me, but then again, I have never been pregnant before so I am actually enjoying it a little.  One problem, I think I have mentioned before that my Endo has a love/hate relationship with my bladder.  I feel pain when my bladder is "full" and it gets worse after I empty it.  So, OW!
2. The AF type cramping has stopped and I now only have occasional new and different cramps/twinges.  I am much happier with this arrangement.
3. My head is still stuffy but the PAIN in my sinuses is killing me.  I have determined that it is a head cold due to the fact that T is also sick.  He is not very happy with me for sharing my germs.  As is typical fashion in the House of Blue, I get a moderate case of illness which lingers over a long period of time, T gets an extreme case of same illness which comes and goes fairly quickly.  I am hoping that he will be able to breathe better tonight.  Neither of us slept much last night due to the fact that he couldn't inhale...like, at all.
4. Tender/Tingling nipples.  Hey, this is fun.  Thank goodness for V.Secrets lined bras which provide support and protection for said areas.  The regular sports bras however are just not cutting it on the elliptical machine at the gym.  Ow, ow, ow, ow for about 30 minutes or so.
5. Bloating.  My skinny jeans, which I bought when I lost all this weight and were getting big on me so that I was looking forward to another shopping trip, are now a bit tight after a meal. 
6. I AM TIRED.  This could be a combination of the cold/not sleeping thing.  I had myself convinced it was OK just to veg on the couch on Tuesday night: sick, pregnant, working over-time, etc.  Then I rolled my eyes at myself and got up and did the dishes.  Last night however, T worked late so I vegged the entire evening (after putting the dishes in to soak) and feel so much more rested today even though I still slept like crap last night.
7. I almost choked myself last night (home alone) while taking my Met.  I popped the two pills in my mouth and while chugging the water I looked over the top of the bottle at the TV.  I was watching old re-runs of Mad About You (LOVE that show) and the dog did something funny and I started laughing/chug/choke/laugh/choke/chug/breathe/cough/chug/choke/laugh until I finally was able to start coughing/gasp/cough/gasp and made my way to the bathroom where I was SURE I was going to lose my supper in the gagging process. (Still not pregnancy related, how stupid am I?)  I managed to gain a bit more air with each gasp and finally was able to clear the water out of my lungs.  I looked at myself in the mirror and saw my face was bright red, my eyes were bloodshot and tears were streaming down my face.  That sucked man!  My eyes were still red when T got home a couple hours later.  It took quite a bit of coughing to finally feel like all the water was out of my wind pipe.  Looking back on it, what the dog did wasn't THAT funny, I mean, not enough to kill myself over. Happy to report I am good as new today, however I shall close my eyes whenever swallowing pills in the future.

Let the Speculation Begin!!!!

Beta #3 @ 21dpiui done 72 hours after Beta #2 (675) should quadruple, right?  675*4=2700

 

Mine?  4925

 

Um, how many are in there anyway?

Update? not so much

"what?? no update yet. C'mon woman!!"

 

Thanks for checking in on me Lala!!!  The honest truth is, there is no update. 

 

My OB's office is the one that ordered the third beta (even though they told me the Fertility God's requested it) so the results would have been faxed back to them.  Well, heh, THEY ARE NOT OPEN ON WEDNESDAYS!!!!!!

 

BLOODY HELL!!!!!

 

So, I asked the lab when I was there yesterday to copy the results to the FG's office and I called them quite early this morning explaining that my OB's office is closed but that they should be receiving my results some time today and would someone please call me at work with the number?

 

Here it is, going on 3:30 and no call yet.  Ugh!

 

The good news about today? Officially 5 weeks.  That just sounds so much better than 4 weeks, so much more solid.  I know that it isn't, but who in the hell goes around telling people that they are 4 weeks 2 days along?  Well, other than me, but I am a freak remember?

 

I will let you know as soon as those numbers are in.

Just What the Doctor Ordered?

I have been having some bad thoughts this morning brought about two physical symptoms that seem to have changed. 

 

#1) Up until this morning I have had new and different twinges and short painful cramps in my abdomen.  Nothing like my warm, low AF cramps which last a while.

 

#2) The whole constipation thing.  This morning I have experienced, um, a bit of a reversal in that department.  Things are coming... fast and furious shall we say? (I have taken neither a stool softener or the fiber since last Wednesday. Did the Metformin decide to work now that I am pregnant?)

 

I am thinking these are symptoms of PMS, at least for me.  I have been thinking all morning that this is the end but that I won't know unless I start bleeding or until next week's u/s when we will go in and see a 6 wk u/s showing a 4 wk 5 day embryo.

 

THEN...

 

I got a call from the nurse at my OB/GYN's office this morning. (The Fertility Gods copied my beta #'s to their office as an FYI sort of thing.) She congratulated me then asked me to repeat the beta at 72 hours.  I told her the number she was looking at was the repeat beta.  She said to do it again at 72 hours.  So, that would make it...today.

 

So, now on my lunch hour I get to go get poked again so I will have a 3rd number hopefully somewhere well above 1300 something. And...hopefully they will calm my growing nervousness a bit.

 

I have been enjoying things up to this point.  Up until my physical symptoms started to change.  Sore/tingling boobs, peeing every 3 minutes, stuffy nose (?), and those odd but new and different camps.  People (friends and family I have told**) have congratulated me and I always say, "Thanks!  It is early yet so you never know what could happen, but we are very happy."  I have been in that state of Happy For Now.  This morning, I have been a bit apprehensive.  Sort of a bit Worried For Now.

 

Now...

 

I get to worry about what that 3rd number is going to be until I get the call which, probably won't be until tomorrow at this late point in the day.

 

*Fingers Crossed for a good Beta #3*

 

 

 

** I KNOW it is too early to tell people.  I told only family and friends who have followed us on our TTC journey.  I have always been very open about our infertility and the treatments we have tried.  Those people supported us through all that crap, I wanted them to support us through this too.  If things go bad then I am taking them all down with me, we can all grieve together.