I didn’t sleep last night. Basically I just watched the clock from about 1:00 am until the alarm went off at about 7:00 am. I tossed…I turned…I stared at the ceiling. All night long just one thought went through my mind.
“Is this real? Or is this just a really vivid and cruel dream?”
So I got out of bed with the alarm and got in the shower. I got dressed. I dried my hair. I got in the car and drove to the fertility clinic. I barely got the chance to sit down when Margaret called me for bloodwork. We chatted a bit while she took my blood. I told her I was in shock (still am). She promised that no matter what the results were they’d help get me through it. She told me that she’d call some time between 1 and 3 this afternoon.
Well the phone rang at 11:57.
My beta level is 2,393!
“Margaret, what does this mean?” I asked.
“It means that you are a good 4 to 6 weeks pregnant.”
Shock. That’s all I have right now…shock. (And an appointment for more blood work and an ultrasound on Friday)