Beta number 2 was not only good news, but the news came in a timely manner. What a pleasant surprise.
Today’s beta was 80, which is the number I had in my head and is perfect doubling time. So…I’m really pregnant! And these low betas are making me think it’s a singleton, so I’m SO happy they transferred two (because if they had just picked one, what if it was the non-planning-on-sticking one?). I mean, technically it could still be two. But with these super low betas and non-crazy doubling time, my money’s on one. And that falls in line with what the psychic said anyway.
I just wanted to clear something up from the other day, when I was acting all cool and non-excited over my positive pee stick. This low beta experience has shown that I’m still a veritable ball of anxiety, and that nothing is for certain. I was grateful the whole time, of course, but I think I was getting a little bit too assured that I could at least make it to 8 weeks, just because I had done it before. These past few days prove that there’s always something to worry about. Always.
Thanks for all your kind words and quick research skills yesterday. I feel soooo much better today. My next beta isn’t until next Saturday, and I just need a break from thinking about it for a minute, so that’s good. I’m actually leaving for the beach tomorrow night and staying until Thursday (impromptu last minute vacation with Eric’s family) and I hear there’s no internet where we’re staying, so if I go MIA next week, that’s why. I’ll see y’all when I’m less pasty white!