The past two days have been weird. Finding out I am pregnant after my miscarriage and that it happened on our own, after 7 years, is a lot to process. My beta was so strong on Monday that there was no disputing it but there still is the off chance that it’s a terrible number based on what dpo I am. I am trying to think positively since I am quite confident as to when conception occurred.
My number today needed to be at least 662 for me to feel comfortable. That would be exactly 48 hour doubling time.
I woke up this morning at 1:45am with a very full bladder. I made it a full 15 minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore. I was strong yesterday and didn’t test but knew I wouldn’t be able to resist today. 2am only made it a 4 hour hold and the alarm goes off at 5:30 so I had to test then. I am happy to say that the test line is darker than the control line which made going into this morning’s beta a little less stressful. Also, I have been queasy off and on since I woke up so I am hoping this is a good sign.
Waiting for the phone call each time doesn’t get any easier. They give you a window of calling between 1 and 4 and each minute that passed caused me to become more and more nervous. My stomach was a jumping bean and I couldn’t even remotely begin to focus on anything work related.
At 2:08pm the phone rings. Conversation went a little like this:
Nurse: Well, everything looks great!
Me: Ok, what’s my number?
Me: Are you serious?!?!
Nurse: Yup! When can we get your ultrasound scheduled?
I am so incredibly shocked, happy, and beyond nervous. That’s a 32.55 doubling time!! Ultrasound is tentatively schedule for Halloween morning and it’s a waiting game until then. I called E immediately and he’s finally starting to feel a little bit excited. The next few weeks are going to be a crazy roller coaster of emotions but I am hoping and praying this is our rainbow baby.