FET 6: 13dp6dt, BETA (3/8/18)

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My original birthday post doesn't include the reason I was really happy all day. Beta came back positive at 686.

We went in for bloodwork together for the first time. We needed to get our non-viable embryo disposal forms signed in front of a staff member as a witness. The other option was to find a notary but that would mean going during business hours and it wasn't something we wanted to miss work for. We went earlier than usual so that my husband could still be at work on time. So we left home at 6:30 AM. I had been dead asleep only half an hour prior, so I didn't really have a chance to chug my water as usual. I tried, but it was so early and even room temp water felt cold and like cement in my stomach. I still got 16 oz down but it apparently wasn't enough, or didn't have enough time to absorb, because they couldn't get blood even after two sticks.

I took a break, drank tons more water, signed the paperwork in front of our witness, then went back to the waiting room to get called back for bloodwork. At this point it was 7:20 am and I was fussing that if they would have gotten blood the first time around we'd be done by now. My husband wasn't worried. He said there is nothing more important we have to do today. <3

I got called back again and the staff had rotated. The new person was able to get it with one stick. We checked out and booked it out of there. On the ride home we chatted and I was happy he got to see a glimpse of what life is like for me during a cycle. When it's one time that they can't get blood it's one thing; but when it's like that day after day that time adds up and it's really frustrating.

He went to work and I went shopping, doing some retail therapy and just clearing my head browsing at stores. I was so pleased with my BBB score. I got new bedroom decor and sheets and blankets and throw pillows - the works! My bedroom decor vision is coming together. I just have to get an electrician to swap out the light fixture and we're almost done.

I had already decided that when the call comes in I'll let it go to voicemail so that we can hear the results together. I'd been peeing on my expired pee sticks so I knew there was some hcg in my system. At 10:55 am I got an email with the subject line: Mazal Tov. From there it became the happiest day. No matter what else went on birthday-related, I knew I'd be on cloud nine the rest of the day. Later on the nurse called to confirm I had gotten the results but I was shopping and it went to voicemail anyway.

At this point I don't have any more fall-back reassurances. At least when I was peeing on the sticks and seeing the line get darker day by day it was a measure of something going right. But now that we've confirmed it, there's nothing the pee sticks can tell me. It's another waiting game until next beta on Monday. So nerve wracking.

We've gone from 13dp6dt to 4w4d with one result.

So we wait. We'll enjoy our secret and the morning sickness that started creeping in around mid-mornings.