I did not want to know my numbers, but some way or another I
ended up finding out. My first number was 47.
47 47 47
47 47
47 47
It doesn’t really mean anything. But it was definitely in my
thoughts after that. 47.
Three days later, I had my next blood draw and had to wait
until Brian got home to listen to the voice mail message from the clinic. He
would not even let me take the call! He had meetings that day and wanted to be
there when we got the news. He was mostly concerned that if it was bad news, I
would be all alone at home.
Message: Congratulations, you are beautifully pregnant! Your
numbers went from 47 to 111. We will recheck them in ten days. At that point, we
will be looking for them to be over 1,000.
Pregnant!!
But, oh, those blasted numbers. For ten long days, we waited
to see if we were really pregnant. 111.
111
111
111
Message 2: Hi Amanda, congratulations! Your number went from
111 to 7,351. We will see you in a
couple of weeks for your first ultrasound!
Seven thousand??? Definitely pregnant! Celebration!!
Pause. Ultrasound…
already?
Say what?? Oh, yeah. Our embryos were already older when
they were transferred. Regular pregnancies are calculated from the date of the
last missed period. 40 weeks gestation does not actually mean that there was
conception 40 weeks ago. For me, they knew when the transfer took place and the
age of the embryos. I was way more pregnant than we first realized! We were
already five weeks along, maybe more.
Estimated due date: January 18, 2014.
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