Yesterday was another tough day mentally.
I had some cramping later in the day and the tiniest bit of brown discharge. My brain went to the worst case scenario-- the pregnancy isn't going to be viable, I'm having a very early miscarriage and this round will end up being a chemical pregnancy. Throw in less sore boobs and my sky was falling.
I woke up this morning bright and early to make it to the clinic by 6:30AM to get my blood drawn. I stopped at a 24 hour CVS to pick up a pregnancy test because apparently, I am that woman.
I got my blood drawn and I was the first person to be seen today. The technician drew my blood in one try and said, "today is going to be a good day." I will take this as a good sign.
When I got to work I took the pregnancy test and as soon as my urine hit the test, I could see the line forming. Within seconds I could see the plus sign. A hesitant sigh of relief.
My boobs are sore again today and I have that pulsing headache that I had when I was pregnant two years ago. I am praying and hoping that the number from today's beta will be a nice strong one. My heart can't handle losing this baby or babies.
And so we wait.
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