Beta today was in the 1900s (still where we wanted it to be). TH asked why it varied so much from what we got yesterday, and she said it was because of how their machines are calibrated. (I silently cursed him for confessing to the evil nurses!) I do know that labs vary, but a 500 pt (20%) difference? This makes me think that their machines just run conservative, and I've been sweating HCG numbers for nothing.
Awesome.
Showing posts with label 5weeks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 5weeks. Show all posts
14 May 2010
(((Baby)))
Everything went great this morning. I have a picture, but I can't figure out how to crop the scanned version on my work computer. We have a beautiful little 7mm sac, and the RE saw the yolk sac already forming. Because of Mexico, the next u/s is 25May10! We'll be 7wks, 1 day. Yay, baby!!!
We got two pictures, one for each of us to carry today. ♥
Oh, and sexy time is back on! Whew!!!
We got two pictures, one for each of us to carry today. ♥
Oh, and sexy time is back on! Whew!!!
13 May 2010
I confess
A few things transpired today that sent me into a panicky tizzy...and I called TH in a huff and said I was pulling the trigger on a beta. My logic was that I'd rather find out today if something was wrong than on the table tomorrow at the office.
Did I mention I'm not happy we have to go in during monitoring hours? I don't like this plan, RE. First u/s need calm, quiet, serenity, not an anxious waiting room filled with people. Bad idea, my reproductive endocrinologist friends.
Back to the freakout. I run upstairs and get a friendly phlebotomist to draw it. We agree I should send it stat....and that I should NOT wait for pick up and should run it down to the proper floor myself. What do you take me for, an amateur? :P
Stat = result in a hour.
Ho hum. Kill some time. Process a few of my own patient's blood samples. An hour. An hour and fifteen. An hour and a half. WHERE'S MY GD STAT BETA??
So, I call the lab. Hell, we are self pay with this one, I get to be pushy! My coworker is aware of my insanity, and tells me to use her name in the event they ask me who I am when calling for the result. We have a plan....
Only the gd machine has broken down. Tech support is looking at it. They can't pull my result...it's not coming up. They'll move "the patient" to the front of the line when it's up and running.
Race to finish my bloods. Arrive at therapy late (thank you, President-induced traffic). Frantically try to pull up results one Blackberry. FAIL. Resign myself to God fcuking with me yet again, and accept I will get this result when TH and I get home.
Is the result posted when I get home and check? Nope. Good thing I remembered that extension I dialed earlier...time to call the lab! :)
The beta was worth the rate. 158...320...640...1280 is where we need to be.
And we're at 2441.
((((Baby)))) Sorry for the panic, my little friend. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. XO
Did I mention I'm not happy we have to go in during monitoring hours? I don't like this plan, RE. First u/s need calm, quiet, serenity, not an anxious waiting room filled with people. Bad idea, my reproductive endocrinologist friends.
Back to the freakout. I run upstairs and get a friendly phlebotomist to draw it. We agree I should send it stat....and that I should NOT wait for pick up and should run it down to the proper floor myself. What do you take me for, an amateur? :P
Stat = result in a hour.
Ho hum. Kill some time. Process a few of my own patient's blood samples. An hour. An hour and fifteen. An hour and a half. WHERE'S MY GD STAT BETA??
So, I call the lab. Hell, we are self pay with this one, I get to be pushy! My coworker is aware of my insanity, and tells me to use her name in the event they ask me who I am when calling for the result. We have a plan....
Only the gd machine has broken down. Tech support is looking at it. They can't pull my result...it's not coming up. They'll move "the patient" to the front of the line when it's up and running.
Race to finish my bloods. Arrive at therapy late (thank you, President-induced traffic). Frantically try to pull up results one Blackberry. FAIL. Resign myself to God fcuking with me yet again, and accept I will get this result when TH and I get home.
Is the result posted when I get home and check? Nope. Good thing I remembered that extension I dialed earlier...time to call the lab! :)
The beta was worth the rate. 158...320...640...1280 is where we need to be.
((((Baby)))) Sorry for the panic, my little friend. Can't wait to see you tomorrow. XO
Where we stand
Tomorrow is the day for u/s and more bloodwork. We want to see a 5-10mm gestational sac, so if any of you want to imagine that over the next 24 hours, we'll gladly take the good vibes.
I still feel like crap...and still love every minute of it. I got sick again yesterday, and it's very much welcomed because I felt quite a bit better after both times I've thrown up. I've found that Baby likes Gatorade, which I wouldn't have expected, as I am usually NOT a fan. Not too many things sound appealing (bread, bread, and more bread with a side of crackers), so "flavorful" Gatorade is a welcome taste. But I not-so-secretly feel better about Baby when I am not feeling well. While I know it doesn't necessarily mean that things are going well, I choose to believe that it does.
You should all be proud b/c I resisted getting a beta drawn at work this week. We would have had to pay out of pocket for it (but we would have in a heartbeat if I had panicked and decided I wanted it). Feeling like I'm pregnant saved us a few bucks. ;) Maybe this is to counteract the small fortune I spent on pregnancy tests over the last two years?
After all that we've been through, these first few weeks of pregnancy have been interesting. I so desperately want to be overjoyed, and at times, it does come blazing through, but I'm more cautiously optimistic than I would have hoped. Sometimes I'm all Baby, Baby, Baby, other times I feel like I'm just kidding myself and this can't possibly be real. But it is! (I hope.) The doubt is one part that I can't believe we're finally here, one part that I worry something will go wrong, and one part that this is all just a big dream I'll wake up from. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I *didn't* make this up, it's really happening. Crazy, right? But then the clouds lift (because I push them to the side), and I'm *happy*. I am fighting the good fight against the fear and what I've coined The Infertile Nerves. This baby is here; he's already made it longer than any of our other babies. This baby stayed. He must be just wonderful, if out of all the babies we've tried for and seen come and go, he's the one that stayed.
(No, I'm not sure if it's a boy or a girl...that seems so far away. Romanian has "baby" labeled as a male noun, and thus, it's stuck with TH calling Baby "he" for short.)
I've toyed a lot with what to say on the blog, as I know I'm going to lose some of you. I understand. Trust me, I understand. I've done it myself more times than not. But I've decided that I'm just going to be 100% honest about how these weeks go for me. I've heard time and time again that an Infertile Pregnancy isn't always what you expect or what your fertile friends go through, especially with previous losses. Already, our first week and a half with Baby has proved that to me. But we worked our asses off to be here, and I'm going to give this my all, just like I did with treatments. I didn't sugarcoat the treatments, and I'm not going to sugarcoat this. Some days might be too saccharine-sweet, but I will consider those days a success for me. That's where I want to be all the time, and hopefully I will get there.
There are some pregnancy and baby blogs that I read that kept me in the fight. Sometimes we need to hear why we're down in the trenches and that this fight is really worth it. It's easy to lose sight of that when you've been struggling and hurting for so long. Hopefully the mixture of honesty about how I really feel and where I want to be or am headed mixed with the true emotions of joy that are under all the nerves will strike a chord somewhere. That's my hope, at least.
Well, that and a 5-10mm gestational sac tomorrow. One step at a time.
I still feel like crap...and still love every minute of it. I got sick again yesterday, and it's very much welcomed because I felt quite a bit better after both times I've thrown up. I've found that Baby likes Gatorade, which I wouldn't have expected, as I am usually NOT a fan. Not too many things sound appealing (bread, bread, and more bread with a side of crackers), so "flavorful" Gatorade is a welcome taste. But I not-so-secretly feel better about Baby when I am not feeling well. While I know it doesn't necessarily mean that things are going well, I choose to believe that it does.
You should all be proud b/c I resisted getting a beta drawn at work this week. We would have had to pay out of pocket for it (but we would have in a heartbeat if I had panicked and decided I wanted it). Feeling like I'm pregnant saved us a few bucks. ;) Maybe this is to counteract the small fortune I spent on pregnancy tests over the last two years?
After all that we've been through, these first few weeks of pregnancy have been interesting. I so desperately want to be overjoyed, and at times, it does come blazing through, but I'm more cautiously optimistic than I would have hoped. Sometimes I'm all Baby, Baby, Baby, other times I feel like I'm just kidding myself and this can't possibly be real. But it is! (I hope.) The doubt is one part that I can't believe we're finally here, one part that I worry something will go wrong, and one part that this is all just a big dream I'll wake up from. Sometimes I have to remind myself that I *didn't* make this up, it's really happening. Crazy, right? But then the clouds lift (because I push them to the side), and I'm *happy*. I am fighting the good fight against the fear and what I've coined The Infertile Nerves. This baby is here; he's already made it longer than any of our other babies. This baby stayed. He must be just wonderful, if out of all the babies we've tried for and seen come and go, he's the one that stayed.
(No, I'm not sure if it's a boy or a girl...that seems so far away. Romanian has "baby" labeled as a male noun, and thus, it's stuck with TH calling Baby "he" for short.)
I've toyed a lot with what to say on the blog, as I know I'm going to lose some of you. I understand. Trust me, I understand. I've done it myself more times than not. But I've decided that I'm just going to be 100% honest about how these weeks go for me. I've heard time and time again that an Infertile Pregnancy isn't always what you expect or what your fertile friends go through, especially with previous losses. Already, our first week and a half with Baby has proved that to me. But we worked our asses off to be here, and I'm going to give this my all, just like I did with treatments. I didn't sugarcoat the treatments, and I'm not going to sugarcoat this. Some days might be too saccharine-sweet, but I will consider those days a success for me. That's where I want to be all the time, and hopefully I will get there.
There are some pregnancy and baby blogs that I read that kept me in the fight. Sometimes we need to hear why we're down in the trenches and that this fight is really worth it. It's easy to lose sight of that when you've been struggling and hurting for so long. Hopefully the mixture of honesty about how I really feel and where I want to be or am headed mixed with the true emotions of joy that are under all the nerves will strike a chord somewhere. That's my hope, at least.
Well, that and a 5-10mm gestational sac tomorrow. One step at a time.
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