Well, I still can’t believe it, exactly, so I am allowing some time to digest it. I am also hyper aware of fragility in there… but
We are pregnant.
I hoped we were, obviously, and I was wondering whether this time I was feeling somehow ‘different’ or whether that was my imagination. Thanks for all your lovely messages of support – it is such an invaluable and lovely community we have here. I know that we experience a real mix of emotions when someone we care about falls pregnant and our turn hasn’t yet come. However, I am only too aware that pregnancy carries many risks, and this positive beta might not get us very far – and it is a long road a to a birth!
So in my last posts I mentioned that before the Beta test we did some more pee tests, all of which were positive, but not glaringly so. The lines got darker, but then stayed the same. I started to think that the same thing had happened as last month, and cursed for not having tested on the first cycle for a comparison.
On Monday night I couldn’t sleep so on Tues I was pretty much a zombie – and a very distracted one (sorry kids!). Tues is along day – my heaviest timetable at work + playground duty + staff meeting + Homeless kids and then + clinic. So it was 6pm by the time I was leavign the park to head to the clinic.
I want to tell you about what happened at the clinic yesterday because it is really funny, but I have to fill you in on the background first. I made a friend, M through this blog because she had some questions about getting pregnant as a lesbian in Bangkok (see, there is a niche market here!). Anyway, to cut a long story short, we ended up seeing each other a lot at the clinic, and so we shared a lot of laughs and stories.
So I am on my way to the clinic at about 6 and we cross paths. She’s already had her bloodtest before I have even arrived. The idea of her positive beta coming through while I am tearing out my hair waiting flashes through my mind and I quicken my step as I approach the building. I wait around 20 mins for my bloodtest and settle down to the news that A’s tyrant kitchen can’t let her come to meet me at 7 as we had arranged (this time it is a visiting raw food expert, meaning loads of guests and the impossibility of A slipping off early.), but soon M and her gf rocked up and we had a really nice time talking about our experiences. The time went about as fast as it possibly could have done due to their good company, but I was still dreading another negative.
Our nice older nurse was walking back and forth attending to other patients. At a certain point by which an hour had certainly passed since my beta, let alone M’s, she seemed to be rather smiley. Then after a few more perambulations, she said, in broken English, “it’s ok, same same…’ pointed at us both and continued, “Pregnancy!” . So, there in the waiting room, we discovered that both of us, positive betas.!
After we recovered from the shock, we had a good laugh about that…! Unconventional, to say the least!
Wait! There’s more… the numbers from the actual Doc. I was called in first (??!?!?!), and Doc said that is was indeed ‘good news’, and that my numbers were very high. SO high, that it is quite likely to be a multiple pregnancy.
Last time we had a 7, and he told me it needed to be at least 100. My number this time?
M had an incredible 45 eggs (more than double mine) so we joked that her number would be almost 4000 – and it was! So perhaps between us we can create a football team? Doc said that we would do the first scan on the 27th to “see how many there are”.
I need to come back each week in between tho tof progesterone shots and blood obs. Poor old M; if she doesn’t like me, she is a bit stuck, cos it looks as though we will be seeing each other every week till she heads back to Europe!