That was the longest morning ever. We had to wait for the lab to process my
blood sample. I knew I was pregnant, but
what would my Beta HCG be? Honestly, I
just prayed it was higher than a seven.
I was floored when the call finally came. 120.
ONE FREAKING TWENTY. That’s a
helluva lot better than a seven. I was
scheduled for a second blood test on Thursday with the hopes that that number
would double. I called J and told him
the news. We were still at cautiously
optimistic.
Thursday’s Beta came back at 239, one point from
double. Captain was happy with it so we
were too. I was scheduled for an ultra
sound 12 days later. We were more
optimistic but still trying to stay a little guarded.
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