December 5, 2013

It’s been a crazy week.

We got our first beta on Monday, and shock of all shocks, it was EXACTLY what it should be. I was stoked.

Then we had our second beta. I was hoping for an actual doubling of the number, because that’s best case scenario, but I was going to be okay with it if it was only 75% higher.

So that made the goal 625 or more. The best-case scenario would have been 734.

Squeak’s second beta:  725!  Nearly doubled!

(Check out where I am on Betabase this time. Actually a little ABOVE the median! How cool is that?)

(Check out where I am on Betabase this time, with my 725. You know it baby, right smack in the middle. Boo yah.)

I was just elated. I can’t believe it. For once, things are actually happening by the book. This never happens for me. I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something bad to happen. For our luck to run out.

Every time I visit the little girls’ room, I breathe a sigh of relief that I don’t see blood. It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? Why can’t I just be happy, and stop worrying?

Apparently for those of us who’ve heard more bad news than good, this is quite normal. It’s not fun, but the worry is there, and I can’t ignore it. Though every day that passes with nothing happening, my mind is set just slightly more at ease. Slightly.

Next, we have our first ultrasound on the 23rd of December. I’m excited because we plan to tell my immediate family on Christmas Eve, as we are all opening presents together. We’re also telling my in-laws this weekend, which I’m not wild about (I’m only 5 weeks along), but we are not going to see them for nearly two months after this visit, and my husband says it’s unfair to tell my family and make his wait another month before they find out. So we’re going to spill the beans, but with a caveat that they cannot tell any other family until we give the go-ahead at 12 weeks.

How will we deliver the news? That’s a topic for another blog. Because as you might expect, I’ve got some very strong opinions about pregnancy reveals and how they usually suck and completely lack originality. More on that later.

For now, Squeak is doing well it seems. Many more hurdles yet to come, but we’ve gotten over several of them already:

  1. Embryo survived thaw
  2. Embryo survived 5 days of culturing
  3. Embryo implanted and hung in there until first beta
  4. Second beta nearly doubled


Upcoming Hurdles:

  1. Ultrasound on the 23rd; we need a strong, present heartbeat
  2. Ultrasound at 12 weeks; we prefer all normal internal and external organs
  3. Ultrasound at 20 weeks: still normal
  4. Genetic testing:  yup, normal is the key
  5. Baby waits to be born until after 37 weeks (no preemies please!)
  6. Safe, not-too-awful birth that results in a healthy (albeit slightly coneheaded) baby


And overall a smooth pregnancy, of course, without anything crazy or nutso complications.


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