It seems insane to be starting off the baby countdown, but here we are... 3 weeks and 6 days... 4 weeks tomorrow... The counting drives Peter crazy since, technically, conception was only 2 weeks ago. This whole "last menstrual period" counting gets his goat. But oh well. At least I can feel like I'm 2 weeks ahead of the game! (well, not really...)
So, last night, when I got home, I peed on yet another stick. It's like an addiction. I just couldn't help it. And this is what I saw:
This morning, I decided I was really going to do the digital. Especially since I hadn't gone to the bathroom all night! And, lo and behold, it said:
I drove to Dr. Lee's this morning for my bloodtest and I took the clear blue easy digital with me. I just had to show Nurse Amy. She was overjoyed, too, and we were both so giddy that it took 3 pokes! The first poke hit the vein but it collapsed. The second was too high, but the third was just right.
Having the +HPT has really made a huge difference in the stress level I've had today as I've waited for the numbers. I've thought of our babies a lot, and have had some breakdowns as I remember their days. Alex and his 40... Nick and Sophie and their 64. Those hCG numbers were so wonderful to hear. What would she call and say? 40? 50? 60? 70? I was okay until about an hour ago when I started staring at my cell phone, begging it to ring.
Well, about 5 minutes ago, it rang. And Amy was on the either end. "Are you ready for your numbers?" she asked. "Congratulations, the tests were true!" And then she dropped the bomb. Now, before I share the numbers, let me just pause. As I said, Nicholas and Sophia were 64 and Alexander was 40. Their progesterones were good, usually in the 20-40 range throughout the first trimester.
189. My hCG came back as 189. And my progesterone is over 60. I'm not sure if the test didnt run any higher or if it is still running or what, but she said "over 60". I'm to stay on the supplements.
I think I'm in shock. I really didn't expect that high of an hCG. Did the third follicle rupture and fertilize, too? Or are there just two really deeply impanted? (Or one really, really deeply implanted?) We wont know until an ultrasound, which would normally be scheduled Easter Week. Since we will be seeing family and talking to family on Easter, I'm going to ask her if we can do one on the morning of Good Friday. I realize the heartbeats may not be visible and that I will have to go back, but at least we would be able to share our news with family and tell them how many little ones to expect.
I had to pick myself up off the floor. I am sitting here in utter shock and amazement. No wonder the pregnancy tests picked up so early? I'm practically an hCG factory right now!
For all my fear, I am on top of the moon. But it's a crescent moon and it's stabbing my heart. With the joy of expectation comes the sorrow of missing. It's a two edged sword. But I'm preaching to the choir.
Thank you for your prayers and your continued prayers. They mean so much. Even Nurse Amy said those special words, "I am really praying for you guys." Often times, we think those words are hollow, but they really mean so much to Peter and I. Thank you.
Speaking of the mister, he didn't answer his cell phone or his office phone, so I am dying in my seat to tell him!