Ok, so maybe that is an overly confident title for this early in the game, but geeze, TJ's has been playing a much more prominent role in this gestation than I would have ever imagined.
On Friday afternoon I used the bathroom at TJ's and saw dark brown discharge. I tried to calm myself down,but it was not easy. I rushed home and planted myself firmly on the couch with some OJ and mineral water and began to fret in earnest. I called the IVF nurse who told me what to worry about (bright red blood and cramps), and then I started to get cramps. I called the doctor on call, and he reassured me as well, but offered that I could come in for a repeat beta on Saturday. Boy howdy did I accept that offer fast.
We made it to the clinc with moments to spare and I got the best phlebotomist in the place (never a bruise from her!). That was at 10 am. At 11:30 the doctor called to say that the level was 1163!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, so now I need to calm down, right?
A few more weeks until we see the heart beat and then the miscarriage rate goes down to 7%. At our ultrasound next week (either Monday or Friday) we'll probably just be able to confirm that its in the uterus. That will be rather nice too.
Bear with me, I'm just completely neurotic.
I really didn't want to be one of those infertiles who was constantly checking her underwear, and worrying every minute, but as my father pointed out, in the 37 years he's known me, he's never known me not to worry.
I just peed on another HPT. Still positive.
Yeesh. I annoy myself sometimes.