Beta #1 (8/2) : 80.2
Beta #2 (8/5): 199.3
More than double Friday's beta, slightly under the "ideal" 48-hour doubling period. Before you post comments lamenting my upcoming death from swine flu or sluggish HCG betas, please know what I've been trying to drill into my head for the last few hours: anything between a doubling time of 48 and 72 hours is normal and dandy. This is according to The American Pregnancy Association and a plethora of other reputable sources. What could be more American than this petri-dish derived pregnancy fueled by mega-doses of synthetic hormones? My uterus is practically setting off fireworks, grilling brats and making jello salad. Of course my cranky university hospital RE clinic subscribes to the 48-hour-textbook rule and has asked me to do another beta on Wednesday. The nurse who called wasn't particularly negative but wasn't planning my baby shower either. Sigh, involuntary beta hell. Whatevs. Ocho Cellito is hanging on and clearly growing.
S, of guest blogging fame, went to see her OB today. She is (possibly romantically) in love with her OB and promised to ask her for feed back on my digits. S says that her doc "squealed" and said they were great. She said that a 66% rise in 48 hours is typical and that my numbers were strong. Strong like bull. Is it ridiculous to want to choose her as my future OB (hoping that all goes well)? Now what if you found out that she practiced in Boston and I reminded you that I live in Chicago? Yeah, a little nuts. But I love her optimism. She wrote my name and numbers in S's chart and said she expected updates. Love it.
I'm off to acupuncture this evening where I know I'll get another dose of positivity and relaxation. Nothing to do breath deeply, get stuck with tiny needles, and relax. No more google for you.