But not for the reason I thought I would be!
Tuesday morning, I woke up about 5am because I had to pee. I laid there a few minutes, trying to talk myself out of using the bathroom. Finally, my bladder won the fight, and I grabbed a test. Why not? If I'm going to pee anyways, I might as well POAS, right?
The whole thought process was, it'll be negative, and I can call the RE and set up an appointment to talk about future plans. What I didn't expect to see was this...
I was squinting at it for at least 5 minutes. I couldn't believe my eyes! Poor, M. I drug him out of bed saying, "Come look at this and tell me what you see!" He kept rubbing his eyes, but looked down and stated, "I see two lines. Hmm. TWO lines!?!"
So, yeah, I spent the morning trying to decide what to do. Do I call my OB whose not going to see me until 8 weeks, or do I call the RE, who I haven't seen since last May? Ultimately, I called the RE. And I got the answering machine, where I left a crazy message, and gave my husband's cell phone number to call me back. Which then led to me calling back to give MY cell number and feeling like quite the fool.
They are willing to see me, until we know where this is heading. I went in this morning for a beta and I will be redrawn on Friday morning. If everything doubles, and I don't spot the plan is for an ultrasound in 2 weeks.
My track record isn't exactly reassuring. The last four times I've conceived, I haven't ended up with a baby. 5 pregnancies, 1 child...not the best odds. So, I'm trying to stay calm. I'm trying to be positive. Going to the bathroom is nerve wracking, I'm scared I'll see blood. Over the moon, yet scared. You could say I'm cautiously optimistic.
The beta today was 34.
I'm praying that it doubles on Friday.