36 weeks to come up with yet another name.

Yep.

And even with a subsequent successful pregnancy, the miscarriage PTSD is still there. I called my OB office ASAP this morning, to get the beta/TSH/Progesterone lab orders faxed over, and the scheduler had me book my first two appointments. Wait, really? But, then again, the odds are always that it's more likely to work out than not, right? But, still. And I keep poring over posts from September, 2005, trying to figure out if I'm more or less pregnant, or was I just noticing symptoms more because I had literally NOTHING ELSE to distract me (hadn't yet started my GA-ship, no 3 year old, etc), and trying to keep in mind that even though this would be really excellent timing, if it doesn't take, I need to trust that there's a reason, and the timing for a good pregnancy will always be good. Right?

So, yeah, had the beta, etc, drawn at 1, followup on Saturday, and hoping the numbers are good. I really, really want this to work.

(I also can't believe I haven't updated in 2 months, I suck, but I'm the Twitter all the time, but my status is not being revealed or discussed there at the mo', as I am public there and a'twitterin' with coworkers are IRL friends, etc. But if you want to keep up with the rest of my boring life, it's there.)

So. Yeah. Hey.

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