I love our RE office. Adore them. Our relationship with the staff could not have been more of a perfect fit.
This was never more evident then yesterday.
Immediately following my flight, I bopped on down to the office to get blood drawn for our 3rd beta and P4. Naturally I have been the crazy newbie with all of this and, because I don’t have constant physical proof, I am persistently worried that things are not progressing. It doesn’t help that the doctor in me immediately goes to research and statistics of the 1st trimester. And as you all know there are some scary numbers out there.
Needless to say, I was really looking forward to the results of this beta. Just to have that reassurance.
I was trying to patiently wait for Michelle to call but it hit about 4:45 pm. The negative Nelly in me started piping up with her whorish mouth and I became intensely worried that maybe I hadn’t heard anything because it was bad. Cause why else wouldn’t I have heard anything at all? Crap.
Then my negative Nelly forced me to call. The first thing Michelle says is that she is so sorry that she hadn’t called earlier because the computers were down. In fact she was on the phone at that precise moment to call me. Then she says that the numbers were mixed up and although she was pretty sure that was truly the case, she called the lab to be sure. What? Meaning the P4 number was reported as the beta. And you can bet your bottom dollar that number was mighty small when my last beta was 1391. Poor Michelle was panicking because if this number was correct, a miscarriage was likely eminent.
I almost vomited all over my newly cleaned living room.
Thankfully the lab had indeed recorded the data inappropriately.
Beta #3: 18,318
Ladies, I am pretty sure I would have died and as of now I am thankful for every ache and pinch I am feeling. I now for sure don’t mind the odd GI stuff or the peeing always or that when Matilda, kitty meows, walked over my chest I kinda wanted to toss her to the floor. I am even totally okay with the mild insomnia just because I can talk to the Junebug during the wee hours of the night.
One more hurdle is down. Ultrasound is still set for next Tuesday at around 2pm. I really would love to record anything we can. It’ll be one way to control some of my fears. And a way for us to keep one of the sweetest sounds we have ever heard. Just so we can listen to it whenever we want to.