There was no way I was going to be able to hold out for 10 days without some idea of how things were going in there with our little appleseed. A little achy and a tiny bit of spotting was enough to give me some agita, so I thought to put my worries to rest with information and went and had bloodwork done this morning. And wow, are the numbers good. Progesterone is holding steady at 65, and the hCG is up at (ready for some precision?) 15,599. Erin, my nurse, said, “We’re looking for 7,000, so this is great.”
Then she says, “And I see we’ve got you down for your first sonogram next Monday, so we’ll see you then!”
It’s on my calendar.
More labs, more good labs, though not numbers that continue to make me think twins. (Can I say “whew!” here without it coming back to bite me later?) Where normal hCG for today is 2320, mine is 3428. Progesterone is still up at 67, and that’s without any help. So now we wait until Monday the 8th for the six-week sonogram.
And, the nurse says, if I get anxious while I’m waiting, I can take one of my extra lab slips and go see the nice nurse at the pathology lab and get another blood draw for reassurance. So that’ll be fun.
Today’s magazine purchases kind of cross the demographic lines. Does this make me an advertiser’s dream? Or nightmare?
Butter bread with sardines and dill pickle chips. That is all.
My progesterone level has, well, leveled off in the mid-70s. This is well above the usual. My hCG levels quadrupled from Friday to Monday, from 179 to 750 (normally you look for them to double). This is exactly what happened with Thomas, though; the numbers were so high we were convinced we must be having twins. And then there was Thomas.
Meanwhile, it is amazing how quickly pregnancy smacks you upside the head. I had forgotten how tired I would be how soon, how scatterbrained I would be how often, and how much I would *not* want to be able to smell my food. My husband has been forbidden the word “sausage” for a little while.
A lot of thought went into our decision to try to give Thomas a sibling. My age (ungodly old), Michael’s age, our finances, our house size, the need for a minivan… the list of things to consider wasn’t short.
But ultimately, it just came down to our feeling that Thomas needs a brother or sister. Someone he can look out after, someone who will look out after him. Someone who will aggravate him, tease him, push him along. Someone who, God willing, will be his go-to person his whole long life long.
Trying it on our own got us nowhere. So back to the good docs at Texas Fertility we went. With no insurance coverage, and a toddler in tow (or, as we call Thomas when we’re there, an alumnus). I carried just enough residual ambivalence in with me to feel like if our first try didn’t work, we didn’t need to try again.
But it worked.
As of this morning, six days before my next cycle should have started, two lines. A follow-up blood test shows a progesterone level of 78 and an hCG level of 179. (At three weeks and six days, Nurse Erin says, they look for progesterone at 20 and hCG between 50 and 100.) Bloodwork again on Monday, and a schedule of appointments to follow until they look to find the heartbeat at six weeks.
So. Many things could still go wrong. We know that. But we are on the way.
And Thomas has no idea what’s in store for him.
The 40 weeks of pregnancy… well, 38-plus… were, overall, wonderful. I wouldn’t trade them, even the incessant need for a bathroom and the other physical discomforts.
But those weeks are over, and now we’re well launched on our new adventure. We’re documenting it at a new site, Thomas Today, as well as on Facebook and at a Shutterfly share site. The new site is so far just photos, because I am generally operating my computer with one hand while I have a baby on the other, and it is a rare five minutes that I have to write anything as full as a post. I may go back and add a Thomas-related FB status from each day to that day’s photo, if I can swing it, and at some point I would actually like to have text in a post.
Just one photo for each day, so you may have a good time seeing whether I can actually edit myself down that far. Though on days like Thomas’ one-month birthday or his bluebonnet safari, there may also wind up being links to larger collections.
Come on over. And thanks for reading, supporting, and being not just lovely readers but wonderful friends.