Doubling in 34 hours. Crazy pants. It’s starting to sink in. I still feel great, no symptoms. I had some cramping and night sweats the days leading up to the beta (typical PMS symptoms for me) that left me feeling low but have felt great since Thursday. Hopefully that’s my normal. I’m trying to just embrace it and how lucky we’ve been and take it one day at a time. Easier said than done!
First, thank you, everyone, for your well wishes.
I took a test this morning so we wouldn’t be waiting all day. I never thought I’d see that second line. Beta is 319. That seems high, since we only transferred one, but maybe it’s because it had already started hatching before the transfer and was really a day 6 embryo? I had a lot of sharp stabbing pain last Friday and Saturday so I’m guessing that was implantation? I’m going with it. I feel great (or as great as one can feel with a swollen PIO bum). We are ecstatic and in shock. My first instinct was to pour myself a bourbon, which, I guess won’t do. (And I’m not sure what that says about me.) 2nd beta on Saturday. Holy shit balls.
It happened last week Tuesday, right on schedule. Today I am 8dp5dt. Tomorrow is my Beta. I haven’t tested yet. I’m unsure if I will at all. I’ve been mostly calm. I meant to update, I really did, but every time I thought to do so the panic would start. What if this doesn’t work? What if it never works? I let go a lot these past two months. I started going to yoga again. Started focusing on the things I’ve neglected these last 22 months. I can’t believe it’s been that long. It was supposed to be quick. A baby before 35 and another 2 years later. I had a plan. I’ll be 36 this year. We have two embryos still in the freezer. I am hoping with all my heart that we get good news tomorrow. Either way, I will let you know.