I went to bed early last night, only partially because I was tired. It was mostly because I felt useless. I feel like there’s something important that I should be doing, and yet there is nothing to do. Just wait. I’m a little stressed and nervous, and I’m beginning to wonder if that will ever change, or if I’ll be perpetually fearing the results of each new test.
I went back to get more blood drawn this morning (why does it never work on the first vein? Why do they always need to poke a second time?), and will supposedly hear back this afternoon as to whether my hCG levels are increasing at an acceptable rate. In the meantime, my occasional brown spotting (TMI, what can you do) is still very occcasional, but turned a little red this morning, which worries me. Not much to do, I suppose, except wait for the phone to ring. Ugh.
By the way, last night was a blast. Not only did my boobs hurt enough that I couldn’t really lie on my stomach, but at one point I was simultaneously laughing and crying. Hard. I think I freaked out my husband a bit. This is going to be fun…
