Getting caught up (again)

I have 3 semi-written blog posts left in draft mode. Such a horrible blogger I am!

I am happy to report a the new cycle went most excellently! 7 eggs retrieved, 7 fertilized, 3 put back (against the RE’s advice to put 2 back). The 2 week wait was endurable, but I still cheated on the last morning and tested with a pregnancy test. Digital this time, no mistaking when the window says ‘YES’.

So on a snowy Friday morning I go in for my beta. I feel different from the last time, most notably, no bleeding at all. The nurses are always excited when they see that HCG on the requisition. I’m nervous, but my favourite nurse is drawing my blood, so I chat with her for a bit, and tell her no offense, but I hope this is the last time I see her.

I’m back at work waiting for the results. Usually they call between 2-3 in the afternoon, so as I’m sitting at my desk with my boss, J, I jokingly check my phone. “Just making sure it’s still on” I say. Literally 10 seconds later the phone rings, it’s them. J asks, should I stay.. should I leave? I say STAY!!! The nurse asks if I’m sitting down. You are very very pregnant she says.

Beta’s can be all over the place you know, but I was not expecting the number she said. In fact, I didn’t write it down because I was so in shock. Typically a singleton beta is about 3-400. My beta is 1466. Very pregnant indeed. I just about hit the floor.

That was a very long 21 days ago. I have to wait a ridiculously long time for my ultrasound, still 5 days away, on Thursday. My girls have taken up a pool about how many snowflakes I got cooking in there. The results so far: 2 people for 1 single baby. (thanks girls!!) 12 for twins, and 10 for trips. Good gravy. Triplets. I can’t even imagine. I myself am leaning towards twins. 1 boy, 1 girl. Perfect.

I’ve been keeping track of my weights and measurements from about week 5 or so. I’ve gained 3-4 pounds, but holy smokes, my waist measurement is up 2.5 inches! My pants barely fit. I bought cheapy Walmart maternity pants, and they feel like bliss. My ticker above says my embies are the size of blueberries right now, why am I so big already?

Still ever the cautionist, I will not believe anything is for sure until I have the ultrasound and see an actual heartbeat(s!). Of course, I’m reading horror stories of ultrasounds with no heartbeats, missed miscarriages and other sad stories. I want to believe that this is it for us, that we are on our way to our dream of being a mom and dad. Will you believe with me?