So, here I am again. Called the OB this morning, and she did send me for a blood test. Of course, not only were my awful veins in full effect, but I was also cold and insufficiently hydrated, so you can imagine that was a blast. My phlebotomist told me I suck. That’s never a good sign.
Doctor just called back, and hCG was around 2000+. She said that was good, but of course I’m focused on the fact that it’s lower than the last time. But, as she said, there’s a wide range of good hCG levels in normal pregnancies. She also said she wanted to get me in for an ultrasound to “see what’s going on in there.” I’m sort of glad, because of course I want reassurance. Surprisingly, they actually had appointments available tomorrow. Last time I had to wait a full 10 days. I actually opted to wait until Saturday morning, in part so that my hubby can be there, and in part to wait a few extra days in the hopes of really seeing something. Fingers crossed…
This all feels familiar, and not in an especially good way. At this point, I pretty much associate these things with the emotional ups and downs of last time, so while I’m glad things are happening, it also churns my stomach because I remember that the results of the tests are not always good.
In the meantime, I’ll spend my days off running errands and baking cookies as therapy. Hopefully I’ll manage to keep myself busy enough to not completely freak out.
