Good things come...

...to those who wait.  I apologize to the few of you who have beens talking my blog today for results.  My other two blood draws were after school, so I didn't feel a need to take off work to get this one done.  I had very mixed emotions today.  This day would likely make me or break me.  Yes, we potentially have "more tries," but I'm not sure how soon that would be for both emotional and financial reasons. 

The day took FOREVER to end, and I thought I'd never make it to the clinic.  I got there and signed in around 3:15, and then commenced to wait.  And wait, and wait, and wait some more.  Finally, at around 3:40, they called me back.  I had my blood drawn and was out of there by 3:45.  (I forgot to stop and pay my co-paay.  Oops!  They'll bill me.)  Then, J sent me to Ko.hl's because he got an email about a sale they were having.  I tried to shop, really I did.  But my heart wasn't in it.  So, I left.

Just as I was walking across the parking lot to my car emptyhanded, my phone started ringing.  It was the clinic's number.  This was it.  Dum-da-dum-dum.  One way or the other, this phonecall would change my life.  Let's recap, shall we, just in case someone is just joining us.  Last Friday, at 10DPT, our first beta came back at 178.  On Monday, 3 days later, it was 483.9.  That was a good number, but just slightly less than triple the first number like it should have been.  Our doctor's were still pleased with them, though.  Today, my number was...1010!  Thank you, Lord.  J and I decided that we are allowed to be excited.  At least a little bit.

I'm kind of in shock.  I don't know what to feel.  I don't know what to think.  I only hope any passersby don't think I'm a raving lunatic if they saw me sobbing in my car in the Ko.hl's parking lot. 



Hugs and love,