Six Weeks

I'm officially six weeks pregnant today. I still can't believe it.

For most of the last week, I've been having some cramping, mostly on the right. I tried not to freak out too much, but I was really worried it might be ectopic. We went if for our first ultrasound Monday and got the reassurance I needed. We saw...



One beautiful little bean!!!

And two big cysts on my right ovary (nobody wants to see those). I've had cysts after pretty much every cycle, but I didn't realize I could have them after IVF, too, but they said it's pretty common.

We go back next Monday for another ultrasound. We should be able to hear the heartbeat. Yay!! I've cried at all three of my visits so far, so I can't even imagine what I'll do when I hear that.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this is really happening. And so far, it's going well.

Well, I'm off to get my crappy progesterone shot. Wouldn't want to miss that!

A Little Bit of Relief

I just got the call on beta #2. It's 170.

Thank God!

I'm so grateful. Everything seems to be going just how it should. I couldn't be more happy. I just wish I wasn't so scared that it could all just be ripped out from under me.

E's so cute, though. He called again today before I had the results. I'm not sure if he's quite as anxious as me, but seriously. Does he think I wouldn't call him as soon as I hang up the phone with Dr. D's office?

And my boss knows. I didn't tell her about the results, but when I let her and another coworker know that I'd be out for a quick appointment today, she assumed that it was a good sign. I told her that everything was going well so far, but it's still early. She has her fingers crossed for us. She's awesome. It's been so helpful to have an understanding boss. She has friends who've done IVF so she totally gets it.

I better get back to work.

The Agony

I went in for beta #2 this morning. My appointment was at 10:30. That is apparently the WRONG time to have an appointment. The room was overrun with pregnant chicks, babies, and toddlers. It was pretty much 20 minutes in Hell.

See, when I have to go in for blood draws, ultrasounds, etc., I can either drive out of town to my RE’s office (about two and a half hours round trip, including time in the office) or I can go to her local partnering office, aka my O/B (I’m back at work in 45 minutes). But there’s a risk. I’ve found if you go in earlier in the morning or just around lunch, it’s usually pretty slow and safe for IFers. Pretty much a baby-free zone. But mid-morning is a whole different animal. This morning, I walked in to find:

• Mom with tiny newborn and toddler
• Mom with tiny newborn, toddler, and dad
• I’m sure it was an oops, barely 20 pregnant chick with gal pal instead of dad
• Pregnant woman with young child and dad (who looked even more pregnant than mom)
• Pregnant woman with dad talking to the people in the billing area
• Pregnant woman with four (yes, four) other girls all probably under 7 (and from the less-than-nice way she yelled at one of them, I’m guessing she’s not an in-home daycare provider)

Seriously. 20 minutes in Hell.

When my awesome nurse, Jackie, called me back, I’m sure she saw the look of panic on my face. “Sorry about that. Sometimes it’s like a pediatrician’s office in here,” she said, “It can be a little overwhelming.”

We chatted a little. She drew my blood. And now we wait (it's the theme of this whole crappy IF thing).

Fingers crossed for at least 146.

73

I can't believe it. It's real. I just got the call with my beta results. 73!!!!!!

I POAS Sunday and this morning and saw a line both times, but it's amazing to hear it from the doctor's office. I told my nurse this morning that I'd already done three tests (she said six was their record). When she asked me if I had any questions about the next steps, I totally bawled. She's so awesome. She gave me the kind of hug that squeezes out all of your breathe, reassured me that there's nothing wrong with happy tears after waiting all of this time, said they'd want to see me again for my next beta on Wednesday, and sent me on my way.

E called a few hours later, anxiously awaiting the news that I didn't yet have. His sister had already called expecting news, too. I know that she and their mom have been praying for us, so they'll both be over the moon.

They ordered me a prescription for even more folic acid and said to come back for my next beta on Wednesday.

Oh, and Dr. D's office called yesterday to say that two of our other embies made it freeze! Woo hoo!