{second beta}

Insert a huge sigh of relief right here.  I mean for the moment I am ok and things are progressing as they should.  I have a bit long 19 day wait, but I find with my son and the full-time job that 19 days can fly by as one at times.  Of course, with this hanging over my head and knowing the past of 3 first time ultrasounds with 2 being bad, it still lingers in the back of my head.  Just hopeful it’s not a blighted ovum, a missed miscarriage, or anything else that is not normal.

My first beta two days ago was 37.  Super early eh?  In fact in the past I’ve collected three separate pregnancy betas and they are all drawn later.  This is a first, and I will admit that I did not like the double digit at all though normal.  Just feels LOW. 

Back in time:

Twin pg — 16 dpo (578) and 22 dpo (4334) – ended in m/c at 8 wks though both had stopped growing around 6 wks.

Son pg – 15 dpo (232) and 18 dpo (926)

Last pg – no betas drawn. 

This one – 11 dpo (37) and 13 dpo (107)

Right on track.  Temps still high.  I feel like crap with a headache.  Good signs.  I will say you won’t hear me complain too much at all about symptoms.  I crave them.  Seriously.  I don’t get those who do complain but it’s just not in my nature I suppose…  I REALLY really want this.  Bring on all of it.

As it stands this could be the last pregnancy I ever have.  Hubby and I have agreed on two though I would love three, he just feels he’s too old.  He’s only in his early forties, but still. 

Just wanted to share the good news for today.

first ob visit

My first ob visit was yesterday, and I dreaded it.  Not only is it a wasted trip in that the visit was only “to confirm” (like I cannot do that on my own) but the waiting room there is notoriously known for very long wait periods.  I arrived sans son as I hired someone to watch him while I was out.  Keep in mind I was planning on being at the doctor’s office for just an hour and the rest of the time planned on heading to our storage unit to FINALLY clean it out.  Of course, it didn’t happen that way.

I arrived on time and signed in.  In the waiting room was a long-haired blonde with a Louis Vuitton purse and strappy shoes on her cell phone going on and on about her insurance and how this office needed to give her another ultrasound, “because I’m 7 weeks pregnant and I’ve switched practices and this doctor has never seen me and I want to know everything is ok with this baby.”  What?  You’ve already had one ultrasound and just because you are switching doctors you want another… like that would change the outcome in any way?  It was obvious she is a first-time mom.  Things are more magnified.  Things more pertinent and immediate.  I was like that once.

I picked up the Sports Illustrated magazine thinking I would get some smiles from a couple of men who were waiting in the room (their partners made them come, obviously) and flipped through it looking for something about Steve McNair, but no.  Just fantasy football ratings — yes!  that is coming up! — and other eye candy.

Thirty minutes pass.  Thirty minutes?  I am here to just pee in a cup!  Speaking of which, I really had to pee badly.  So if I go now, I cannot go when they need me to.

Forty-five minutes pass.  Seriously.  I’m pissed.

Finally at an hour, I trapse up to the desk and ask the receptionist who is not on top of things.  Or rather she is just not organized… I correct myself.  She tells me, “Oh!  I’m sorry!  I should have already given your chart to the nurse.  She’s back there doing nothing.”  Unreal.  My time is worth nothing to them.  It’s going to get worse when I go in for checkups lugging my son in the future waiting in the waiting room for up to an hour.  I’m going to fall apart.

I ended up with a big packet of information with the only sentence jumping out to me “30% of pregnancies miscarry.”  Great.  Thanks for bringing the worry back.  Then I had a pap smear.  Good deal!  I had requested this via phone earlier and was told, “Oh, I am sorry honey, we can’t do two things at once.”  LOL

And, because I’m old and my history, the doc decided to draw a progesterone and a beta hcg.  My beta ended up being 1360 and my progesterone is 41.4.  Good deal.  Funny enough, the doc predicted double digits.  I told him triple.  Yeah, four digits has me worried… especially since I had a dream about twins last night.  No.  No twins.  I mean, please… that’s a lot of sleep deprivation and omg.  OMG.  I know that God gives grace and I could handle anything He gives me, but the initial reaction would be extreme!

I go back on September 8th for the first ultrasound.