As the nurse said, "You're very pregnant."
She actually called me at 2pm, but told me that they didn't need to see me again until next Monday.
An entire week?? Are they crazy??!! Don't they know I'm practically peeing on pee sticks every hour??
So, I put in a call to my RE who just called back and said yes, it's standard here, we don't need to see you for a week. Your beta is very strong and everything seems to be just fine.
"But you wouldn't turn me away if I just turned up and offered my veins to the nurse, right?"
He chuckled a little bit and said no, they would not turn me away.
If I can hold out, I will, but if not, I'm going to compromise and go in on Thursday morning for another beta.
Oh and when I asked him, "I know you can't tell from this number if it's a singleton or twins, but what do you think?"
His answer scared the shit out of me.
Is there something in the water here and here in NYC??? Am I next to join the club of "where the hell do we put two babies in 900 square feet of space?"
I am relieved beyond belief and scared all at the same time.
We were talking about twins earlier this weekend and I remarked "well, the universe has never given me more than I could handle" to which Chicken replied, "yeah....but you can handle ALOT."
Well said Chicken, well said.
I can handle one or two. I won't be the first tiny thang to carry twins. I just want a healthy pregnancy and baby at the end of it. I'm getting ahead of myself here....
I'm a bit dumbfounded right now and in shock--thrilled beyond belief, but also quite surprised--even with all those pee sticks--that this really worked. We have made a baby. I am pregnant.