There Must Be Something in the Blog Water

It's a busy time for our community, at least as far as the blogs I keep up with. IF Optimist got the sucky "your beta's gone down" on Wednesday and Eve's going in for her hysteroscopy today. Mo and Will are still working through their latest IVF loss, but Barren just started a new stim cycle and seems pretty enthusiastic about it.

Interestingly, A LOT of the blogs I follow are pregnant. I'm sure most of you read Liv's tearjerker of an announcement yesterday, plus birds and squirrels. Barefoot and (Not) Pregnant, Good Egg Hunting, Die Frau Ohne Schatten, Riding the Roller Coaster, The Real Bean are all with child. It's exciting and I really couldn't be happier for them, especially for Liv who is a powerhouse of support. Does anyone else feel like this is karma rewarding her for OMG You Rock! Day? (Incidentally, I still have to post about my stash. Next week.)

How can so many women from the relatively small group I read all be pregnant at the same time? Are we all drinking from the same tainted source source of water?

Did I just say "we"?

I did!

Didn't I have I beta of 8.16 on Monday that was fully expected to be, like, zero yesterday?

I did!

But it wasn't zero at all. It was 34.1!

Okay, so for 17 dpiui, that's a really low number. But it's a number that doubled twice in three days, which we know is a really good thing, perhaps an even more important thing than the actual number itself. The nurse didn't want to be too optimistic on the phone, but she was both surprised and pleased by the jump. She told me to keep doing what I'm doing, don't do anything too strenuous, to stay hydrated (with tainted blog water?) and call immediately if I experience any spotting or cramping. I go back Monday for another blood test.

Dan and I didn't talk yesterday. We were sure it would be bad news. I didn't want to give him bad news over the phone or in an email and he didn't want to have to process bad news at work. When he came home, I waited for him on the stairs. I wanted to be able to stand on the bottom stair when I hugged him because it's just more comfortable that way when it's a long hug, and I knew it would be a long hug. He walked in, came over to me, I hugged him, he said "well?", I told him "it went up," he said "what???", I told him again "it went up," and we cried for a couple minutes. Then I explained to him that the numbers were low and about doubling rates. Then we hugged and cried some more. There may have been kissing too. Okay, there was definitely kissing too.

We know that Monday's blood test could bring bad news. We know it. And honestly, we half expect it. But we've decided to just enjoy (despite the super sore boobs) being pregnant this weekend. Not to be morbid, but it may not happen again and I really, really want to just feel some of those good feelings at least once in my life. I'm not going to miss out because it might be easier to handle bad results later if we don't get too excited now.