Unlike our pregnancy attempts with Val, where I did not test until I had
a pretty good idea of how it would turn out and unlike many of the
failed attempts along the way for Crazy Horse Too where I just didn't
want to face that stark white of the failed pregnancy test, after the
IVF I tested way early.

And I'll be damned if we didn't see the faintest of faint second lines
on that test. It was so light it looked like dust.

But there it was, in all it's faint faint glory.

My official blood test was scheduled for 2 days later. It felt so weird
to go in, knowing that finally, after all this time, I wouldn't be
getting that 'it's negative' call from Nurse Ratchet at the RE.

Silly me for thinking that they'd be happy for me. It seems that
they're so busy being cautious that they deemed fit ti deny me any joy.
Seriously. The next week was a series of every-other day blood tests,
as they waited for my beta to double. Except that it didn't, not
quite.

Though Dr. Google assured me that a doubling time of 48-72 hours is just
fine, Nurse Ratchet did not share this conviction. Finally, I had to
yell at them and ask when, exactly, they'd be happy for me.

4 betas later, my numbers finally got to a point where they thought
George (yes, that's the code name. No, we won't share the name until
after herm is born) was going to make it

We were released to my OB after the 2nd ultrasound and now it's a bit
odd to go from all that medication to just being a regular old pregnant
lady.