The blood test, and not this post, is belated, as we were visiting family in Pittsburgh, Baltimore, and Philadelphia for the past week. After much deliberation about whether to do beta #2 out of town, DH and I decided against it for several reasons -- didn't want to be bummed out around family if it wasn't good , didn't really have a lot of time to spare, and finally, I was sooo tired that any time spent not hanging out with people was spent napping.
So Beta #2 was today, a full week after Beta #1. HCG is 1586. I was going to be happy with 1200 or above, since that would be doubling every other day, so I am very, very pleased. Here's the #s charted:
It's on the high end, so that could mean an early implantation, or twins. I'm thinking early implantation, but DH is convinced it's twin boys and has already named them. Men. Do they all want little duplicates of themselves? (now I have to be super careful what I say since he read my blog that one time -- hopefully that's not too offensive! Really I think it's better to not think of all the people who may read your blog so you're not editing as you go along and it's a more authentic representation!).
Anyway, speaking of twin boys, after spending time with my cousin who has 3-year-old twin boys, and his cousin who has 4-year-old and 8-year-old boys, I'm thinking one boy would be plenty to handle. Plus the twins were premies and have problems because of it-- one has had a bad cough for over a month and my cousin is going crazy trying to figure out what he could be allergic to. She had gotten all new carpeting before the cough started, and then removed it all in case it was the culprit of an allergy, but the poor little guy is still coughing.
Of course we'd be ecstatic with one or two, boy or girl. Whatever we are blessed with, God willing, we will treasure.
The ultrasound to see the heartbeat (or heartbeats) is two weeks from tomorrow. That's the BIG hurdle in my book since in Nov/Dec I had a blighted ovum, which is a sac with no baby in it. These #s are pretty solid, but even so, I'm not using the P-word until we see a little heart flickering away on a screen.
I was worried on our flights that my body would be under too much stress. We took a total of five plane trips over the past week, and every time we took off and landed, or encountered turbulence, I sent my belly lots of happy energy.
On a similar note, I'm worried I made a wrong move at home -- we saw moths in the house and bought a box of mothballs before leaving town, and when we returned, the whole house smelled of mothballs. I read they emit toxins into the air, so I tried to air out the house as best I could, but being the worry wart that I am, I am spending time far away from where the box sat for a week.
Also I quit my tennis league in case the heavy impact of playing singles would cause a problem. Maybe I'm being a big worry-wart, but after 3 years of trying and 3.5 IVFs and too many shots and blood tests and ultrasounds and acupuncture sessions and dollars to count, I'm choosing to be overly cautious.
And here's a piece of trivia. The due date for a singleton would be tax day, April 15th. Hopefully the kid won't be a procrastinator in it's adulthood and spend every birthday cramming for the tax man. If he's anything like his mama, he'll have it's taxes done by February 1st so he can party on his birthday while everyone else is playing accountant. ;)
Someone asked about symptoms, so here they are:
Pretty normal stuff. Really when my heart rate picked up after the transfer, I suspected something good was going on, since the only other time that ocurred was when I was pregnant (before miscarrying) last November.
