shut. up.
Posted: July 24, 2006 Filed under: Uncategorized 15 Comments »OK. Here’s the thing. Not one of you is allowed to say anything even remotely encouraging, OK?
I may be completely delusional here.
I might have a batch of sticks with flukey weird dye.
It is possible that my math is wrong. Or that my body is getting rid of the HCG more slowly than its regular half-life and it’s giving me flukey tests.
Perhaps, contrary to last month’s evidence, pregnancy tests don’t necessarily always show lighter lines for less HCG.
Maybe.
So. I wasn’t going to blog about this today because we are Waiting for Tomorrow.
I don’t know what that’s going to do, though, in all honesty. If my period still doesn’t come and the line still gets darker, it’s not like I can call my RE and cheer. I am not allowed to be testing until Thursday. And I will just tell you right now that I am NOT calling my RE and trying to explain to her gruff Brooklyn nurse that I saved (and SCANNED) my peesticks from last cycle and am now using them as a point of comparison and I think there might be the tiniest possibility that it means something good. I am NOT having that conversation – "Joan, my beta today should be 7 and the stick just doesn’t look the same as the one I saved from the day I had a 7 beta last month." Not happening.
But. My temp went back up a bit. And the line that had almost disappeared yesterday… um, came back.
So.
Here we are.
Waiting.
Another 3 days.
And we are NOT going to get excited, ladies and gentlemen. Not. At. All.
Understand?
We are just going to wait.
In fact, if anyone lets any sort of congratulatory anything slip, they will be banished. And also they will feel really, really, dumb when this turns out to be a figment of my imagination. Or a chemical. Or any of the zillion other things that could be. Wrong things, I mean.
So we are not going to get excited yet, OK.
I want a line on my test every morning and doubling betas and a heartbeat.
Remember how I said a few months ago that the only thing I wanted anymore was a positive pregnancy test? What kind of crack was I smoking?
Wes says if the baby finds out that I am the type of woman who saves and scans my peesticks, it is going to say, "Ah, screw this crazy uterus" and release its bloody hold. So we’re just not. saying. anything.
For your perusal:
THIS MONTH’s MANIA
FOR COMPARISON WITH LAST MONTH’S
I’m not getting excited. Oh no. Not me.
But that looks like a pretty fucking solid second line there darling.
I mean, you’re probably right. The hcg is just exiting slower. (um, no.)
Excited? Gimme a break. I am SO bored with this. And so are J and M. So bored. They are much more concerned with when you are going to ask them over again so they can watch the dogs run about. (Oh my God. As I write this, M is lying perpendicularly belly-down on J’s back, so that together they are forming a human plus sign. I swear I am not freaking kidding. Stop that, I say! Bri says don’t be encouraging!)
Keeping my mouth closed. Saying nothing. Waiting without a word. Excitement has been banished from the premises and not one speck of encouragement, nor a dite of hope, will fight its way to the keyboard. Riiiiight…
I think there’s something wrong with the peesticks. That can’t possibly be right. Those internet cheapies just cannot be trusted. I think you need to go out and get some more peesticks for tomorrow, or *gasp* day after tomorrow. You know, “just in case”.
Hmmm. Strange, for sure. Maybe you have more super concentrated pee? Have you been eating a lot of salt? That has to be it. Too much salt.
I sent you a package friday, watch for it…
Nah, can’t be, right? Maybe I’ll check back here next week some time to find out for sure which brand of peesticks to avoid.
Oh, dear. Okay, I missed your birthday because I was at the beach, and then I saw your birthday request for all of us to blog for your distraction needs, which I still haven’t done. But now I see your needs are greater than I thought. I’m on it. And I’m so totally unexcited about anything at all.
Hmmm…. They must have just put too much HCG in that syringe, and now it’s taking longer to leave your system. You better watch those nurses better next time and avoid all these problems.
Yawn. I hear it’s been really hot in Brooklyn.
Geez Bri. Can’t you think up something interesting to post every now and again. I might have to block your site feed if thihngs don’t get more interesting around here. Puhleeze.
This is so technical – I can’t figure out the significance of anything. Those pee sticks all look alike to me.
Oh, and I meant to tell you. I like that ocean panorama you added to your heading. I need to visit you there – at that place – so I can die happy.
You know, I’m really glad there’s not a forseeable circumstance in which I have to a) Pee on a stick, b) Carefully examine said pee soaked stick and c) Save said pee soaked stick to compare with an old pee soaked stick.
And I’m really, really glad that should I ever get a scanner, I won’t have to put pee soaked sticks on the lovely, clean glass scanner bed.
I’m just saying.
Not saying a word, did I say anything? looking the other way (but then i generally do when it’s ‘women’s things’.)
I’m not going to say a damned thing.
So, how’s the weather?
Clearly you have faulty tests. I’ve had the same issue. It’s that or overconcentrated pee, I’m sure.
Very pretty beach scene. Where is that again? I do love the beach.