It was pretty much all I could do to not run from the university to the pharmacy, pick up the prescription and not leave the house until I was in the transition phase of labor, but alas, I stuck it out.  School was good, fine, whatever, and FINALLY I was able to come home, after swinging by the pharmacy first.

When I got home, I was explaining everything to Dave, the numbers, how they stack up, where I lie on the hope-scale. Basically, the great doubling is good, and if it had been even a hair not-doubling, I would have freaked.  I spent most of my day sneakily and frantically googling shit like "Low progesterone doubling hcg" and in the end, mostly it was a wash.  The most encouraging things were on Julia and Jo’s blogs, in their comments section (and knowing that Jo just had a baby) but then again, who is going to comment and say "Oh, that sucks, my prog was 15 and I miscarried" or whatever. So, I know it’s totally biased, but it helped to have the anecdotal evidence. I don’t know.

But then, on the dining room table, a box!  A box for me! From kb!  THAT totally lifted my mood — some receiving blankets, a sleep positioner, and some books! Good ones that I haven’t read yet! YAY! It was awesome.  I took it as a sign. Maybe this pregnancy won’t work either, maybe it will, but someday, I WILL need those blankets. Maybe in May. Maybe not. We’ll see.

I ate supper, scarfed it down and popped in my first dose of progesterone, and am laying in bed, desperate for it to work, and with a stack of books to read while I wait for it to take effect.  I won’t do this tomorrow, I’ll just wait til regular bedtime (and it’s not like I can leave class early, really) but tonight, I wanted to be DOING something to help try to maintain my current state of pregnancy.  I have the first ultrasound in 13 days, a 4D level one at the hospital, and I just hope I can make it to then. I hope they can see a heartbeat — and even though it’s still possible to m/c after a heartbeat at 6 weeks, it would be another hurdle I’ve cleared.

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