Since day 5 after my FET, I've been testing at home every other day, waiting to see if that missing line appeared. It finally did around 8dp5dt, but it wasn't that pretty ruby red line I'd been hoping to see. What I got was a light pink line that wasn't strong enough to make anyone feel safe. I'd been feeling some twinging and a good deal of light cramping, but not much else. by eight days, it felt somewhat uncomfortable for me to lay on my tummy (which is typical of me when I am pregnant). Fine. No worries, right? Maybe just a late starter or two. A couple of days later, the lines darkened, but never really stood out as anything that could be construed as a sharp positive.
Before long, it was beta day. On March 7, I went into the office feeling like most of my symptoms had subsided. Very few cramps, no more twinges, and I'd even lost that feeling where I was compelled to sleep as many hours as possible. That afternoon, my nurse called with her usual fake-sounding cheer to say, "Well, baby, you're pregnant!" I asked what my number was, feeling a slight bit of trepidation. I wasn't ready to celebrate just yet. The nurse confirmed my feeling by telling me that my beta #1 was a whopping 58. Really? And you thought that was worth fake excitement? Chile, please. When she heard my lack of enthusiasm, she asked why I wasn't happier. I explained my home testing results and signed off with a "We'll see." I'm not new to the game. We all know never to get excited about an IVF pregnancy that isn't sporting whopping beta numbers.
Wednesday morning I showed up for my follow-up test. As expected my nurse called later that afternoon and said that, oddly, nothing had changed. "Whaddya mean by 'nothing'? That can't be right. It makes no sense!" She said my number had dropped only two points, so there was no definitive answer. Um...what? Of course that's an answer. If its not significantly higher, its a no-go, right? So now, to add insult to injury...I get to go back for test #3 on Friday. Ugh. Drag out the torture, why don't you!?