14 days after transferring two blasts, 285 just seems low to me. Maybe it's a completely normal number, but 14 days after transferring two 3-day embryos, my beta with Olivia was over 900. And yes, that was a freak of nature beta that had me convinced that I was carrying a wildebeest, but still.
The nurse left me a voicemail because I was on my work phone, and left no indication that it was a bad number. "Hi Jen, it's Sally from the Clinic. Just wanted to let you know that your beta HCG level was good, 285, looks like you're pregnant.* Keep taking your estrogen and progesterone and come back next Thursday between 7 and 9:30 for your second beta."
*No exclamation point. Sally is sweet as can be, but doesn't really exclaim anything, ever. If you go there, you know what I mean.
I know someone wants to throttle me right now for being such a complete asshole about a positive beta. I've just got the creeping feeling that I'm going to get my repeat next week and it will only be 300 or something. Probably the same creeping feeling that made me nervous enough to take
Anyway. My two week wait has turned into a three week wait. I'm not confident at all that my next beta will be good, and I am Debby Downer. The end.
Or, not the end.
My blog layout is a hot mess right now. I made the mistake of playing with the new Design Template option, without having the time to actually figure out how to use it. So, sorry for the hot mess blog. Blah.
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