Thank God It’s Beta Day!!!
Left my phone for 10 minutes and inevitably that is when the doctor’s office called. I sort of like messages though, anyway, because you can listen over and over and analyze (and drive yourself more nuts!).
My beta today, at 22dpo, 17dp5dt, 5w1d is 3,713.
(doubling time = 47.06)
This rise is “appropriate,” though certainly doesn’t put us in any sort of overachiever category. I, myself, am a perfectionist overachiever type, but I will try not to project this on to my little embryo who is working its tiny sesame seed sized bum off to grow healthy and strong. Based on my own calculations, I should have been somewhere around 3,800 today, so actually, this number is exactly perfect. Slow and steady wins the race. If my embryo wants to be exactly average right now, that is perfectly fine with me.
Ultrasound scheduled for Tuesday morning, which will be 5w5d. I am SO excited and also SO nervous because I know there is such a range of things you may or may not see this early. I really am going to try to take this one day at a time and enjoy the mere fact that, HELLO, I am actually pregnant. 😊
Beta 3 (19dpo)
(Friday’s number was 156)
Dr. D is happy with the numbers and now I have to wait an entire week until I go back for ultrasound and more bloodwork. Here’s where that “At Home Beta Kit” would really come in handy…
So the new thing I really want to do is download a pregnancy app on my phone, but I’m feeling like that would be such a jinx! I’m going to exercise every ounce of will power I have and wait until next Monday after I see with my own two eyes that there really is something growing in there… in the right place.
Hey, guess what girls…more waiting!!!
Hopeful, nervous, positive, waiting…
Why hasn’t anyone invented an “At Home Beta Kit?” Diabetics can test their blood sugar several times a day with the prick of a finger, and I’m thinking us crazed TTC women should be able to test our own blood HCG levels at home.
Ok, ok… I know this is actually a really terrible idea for many many reasons, but right now, I’d pay just about anything to be able to test myself at home.
12 hours until beta 3. Hope there’s good news in the little vial of blood…
One of the first things that R and I realized we had in common when we met was our taste in music. Billy Joel is HANDS DOWN one of our favorite musicians and we have seen him in concert quite a few times. Last night was one of those times.
So there I am, rockin’ a beta of 38, light bleeding here and there, and trying really hard to let the concert take my mind off of things for a couple of hours. I had resigned myself to being ok with whatever today’s outcome was. I started to make a mental list of the things I would do to help myself “move on” (autumn weekend getaway, massage, martinis, maybe really start training to finally run a 5k…), while still hoping for the best and staying positive. About halfway through the concert, the boy, who is infinitely better at not worrying than I am, leans over and whispers into my ear, “I am so happy that Billy Joel is the jujube’s first concert…” Well, I just about melted (and also cringed — hello?!? Jinx it much?!?).
So this morning, I went for my second beta, and then waited an excruciating 8 hours until I saw that I had a new voicemail.
Beta 2, 16dpo 156
I think I breathed for the first time all day once I hung up the phone. The number more than tripled in 48 hours. I am so keenly aware that this does not mean I am out of the woods by any stretch of the imagination, but it is just about the best news I could have dreamed of at this point. They increased my progesterone to 1.5cc and told me to continue on the estrace. Though this is going to be a long weekend leading up to my next beta on Monday, I am going to really try and let the words, “I’m pregnant,” sink in a bit, because this is the most pregnant I have ever been, and goddammit, I’m going to enjoy it and pray, pray, pray I get to keep saying it for the next 9 months or so!