Still testing positive on HPTs. Like, on 15 of them. Yes, I've done 15 HPTs since Saturday. I keep thinking that I'll wake up and get a negative and it will be all over. But so far lines have just gotten darker and results have popped up faster. Truth be told, I'm feeling a little smug about all of the those positive tests. I may or may not have them all lined up in the bathroom vanity--like little pee covered trophies.
Waiting for beta results now, and my stomach is twisted in knots. What is a good number? I don't even know. Over 50? Over 100? Over 500?
And to spice up the situation a bit, I leave tomorrow for a business trip to Chicago, and from there go to Ohio to spend Easter with the in-laws. There are a number of reasons that this trip sucks, not the least of which is the in-law visit. But if the results are good today, then I won't be able to do a follow up beta until next Tuesday. Which is a long time to wait to see if levels are doubling. Also, although I know there is no medical reason not to fly, I am still irrationally scared that I'm going to do something stupid to shoot this all to hell. I really just want to lie on the couch for the next 12 weeks and gestate.
Unfortunately, I still have a job and I still have a life.
But right now I'm just waiting for that phone call.