That's what the nurse who takes my blood calls this process. This process of waiting to see if the numbers respond and rise as they should. Yep. I totally agree. Going from a 16 to a 22 to a 53...not bad! Still not where they are supposed to be, but not horrible. So...almost yay?! Until today, when I woke up to spotting/bleeding...not sure on where to draw that line. Can we say freak out? I about lost it. I was so scared about the implications of that blood, I didn't want to call the office to tell them. I didn't want it to be real. I wanted to hold on to that little embryo as long as I could, praying that it would magically hold on to me! Well, I broke down and called the nurse. She asked me to come in a day early to test my levels. I originally wasn't supposed to go back until tomorrow. So I went in around 10 for the blood draw and had to wait until 4 o'clock for the results! From a 53 to a 321...wow! That more than doubled. Okay, but why am I spotting? I guess it's normal. I've heard from several previously pregnant ladies. I will trust them, but I still don't like the blood! Please stop now! And don't come back for another 36 weeks!
So the 6 hour wait in between the blood draw and the phone call was the worst and most agonizing 6 hours of our lives! Thank God my husband was here for most of it. We just don't know when the sigh of relief comes and we can relax. My guess is never. Not until the baby comes out and maybe not even then. We, of course, have yet another blood test scheduled for next Thursday and will pray the numbers continue to rise as they have been. Not ready to celebrate just yet and if you are friends with me on Facebook, please don't say anything!