I'll get right to the point to spare you guys what I went through this morning: The beta doubled, up to 266.
Still not the rate of increase or huge number I'd hope for (or that I had with Maggie), but we all know high betas don't always mean more viable pregnancies. Nor do low-ish ones mean all is doomed. But I do appear to have gone and gotten all knocked up, for the foreseeable future.
Now, my tale of WTF from this morning. Went in yesterday for more blood work, and the nice phlebotomist (one of my favorite words, BTW) said to call tomorrow. So Paul was still home at 9 (It's his last day at his current job), so I decided to call right then and there. Got what I recognized to be the after-hours message (with the regular one you get a phone tree and can leave direct messages for the nurses). Left a message, took a shower, realized I had never been so nervous in my LIFE. Decided not to put in my contacts or put on mascara in case I was crying soon. Told Paul I was calling again and if I didn't get the regular message we were going over there (understanding that this would get me branded The Crazy Patient for the remainder of my pregnancy). I didn't, so we piled Mags into the station wagon (yes in fact we ARE super super cool) and off to the office we went.
To be confronted with a sign saying they were closed today.
NO ONE TOLD ME.
There was a number to calll for an office on the other side of town so I wrote that down (twice, because I was so mad I wasn't sure how legible my writing would be). Maggie was loudly demanding a playground visit, so I stopped to grab something to eat and decided to call the office from the car while heading to the playground rather than take her home.
I got the same type of after hours message.
I may have sworn in front of Maggie.
Left a desperate message on their machine and went to call another OB that allegedly my doctor sometimes covers for. While I was getting connected through 411, my call waiting beeped. It was the other office! Now one of the reasons I love this OB is that his staff is wonderful, and this woman was no exception. She talked calmly to my about how tests don't mean much and if I am not bleeding everything should be fine, and then read off my numbers to me.
I'm stunned, overjoyed, and terrified. And incredibly grateful. I'm not sure what the future holds, but I thank God for even being able to get this far. And I thank all of you lovely people for riding this rollercoaster with me.