Not much to report. I don't feel pregnant. I'm not sick. I'm tired, but that could likely be my thyroid. Not sure what to do. Still no period, and plenty of faintly positive tests. I'm not very convinced that this will turn out well, despite the positive pregnancy tests.
Tuesday I had a bit of spotting. I thought that for sure this was it. With my history of miscarriage and ectopics pregnancies, I think I have a handle on it all.
We called the high risk OB and talked to him about getting some blood work. He congratulated us and said come on down!
It took the people four sticks to get my blood out. Have I mentioned I have a fear of needles? Kevin was too upset to come with me.
Later the news came, the numbers were really low. Totally not what they were expecting. *sigh* Here we go again...
Two days later, Kevin goes with me to get more blood drawn. It takes another four sticks. The nurse they brought in from surgery asks if I'm coming in for surgery any time soon so she can avoid me. Kevin and I look at each other and say we hope not.
It's our anniversary so we go out to dinner. After our lovely dinner we walk around. The cell phone rings - the doctor. I can't answer it, I make him do it. The news is good! The numbers doubled. Goof ball Kevin didn't ask what they were. No matter, we're happy for now.
