It is early to test, and anything over 30 is considered pregnant, so… I suppose I am officially pregnant.
It’s not a knock-your-socks-off-definitely-twins kind of number, but within the (wide) normal range, a bit below average. Everyone says it’s not the number that matters as much as how it rises — doubling every two days. (One woman I know on Facebook who had twins had a lower number than me on 13dpo. But most have had higher.) Second beta will be on Monday to find out how things are progressing, or if they are.
I feel a bit bad because I should be jumping through the rafters (and a part of me is), but I feel more like a deer in headlights. Like this could go away at any moment. Like this is just a trick to get me excited and then pull the rug out from under me. Because that’s the only experience I know.
For most people, at some point, things are different. Wouldn’t it be nice if this is that point for us?
It’s gonna be a very long weekend. I’ll try to fill it with good things (including homemade ginger chicken soup).
Breathing and hoping…