I made sure to go in at the same time, after having much the same tea and breakfast, just to keep things as consistent as possible. I was hoping for at least 1464. That’s be a doubling in 48 hours.
The number I got: 1509. Doubling time 46 hours.
My confidence in general is so low that I kinda wanted to blow it out of the water, not just squeak in under the 48-hour gate, but I’m thrilled we’re still on target.
Here’s where we fall on the beta range:
It was good enough for my CC coordinator, so no more blood work. Nothing to do but keep putting stickers on my belly and shooting oil in my ass and wait for the ultrasound in three weeks. No idea how I’m going to hold out.
For now I keep checking in with my (so far mild) nausea and hoping it gets worse and worse…
We celebrated our very provisional but encouraging victory with Mediterranean food at a Syrian place called Leena’s — chicken shawarma + felafel / mezze platter — followed by splitting a decaf flat white with coconut milk at Starbucks and a chocolate cookie with raspberry frosting. (Of course he had most of both of them since he’s not trying to watch his caffeine or sugar intake.)
My TSH also went up from 1.004 to 2.124 despite upping my meds from 60 to 110. That’s still in range — should stay under 2.5, but between 1 and 2 is better — but it’s probably still climbing, so I’ll up my meds again to 125. As my estrogen rises even more once the placenta takes over (if I’m lucky enough to get that far), I might test again and up it to 150 if necessary.
(Though I did read something interesting today that suggested patches alone didn’t wreak as much havoc on TSH levels as pills. But I’ll need to do more research to make sure. During my previous transfer with CC, I took patches only most of the time, and only pills for a few days to plump the lining, and my TSH still shot up to 5.4 or something.)
I refilled my progesterone today, and insurance barely covers it, so it cost around $100. Good news is, the only expenses I have left are the ultrasound and one more progesterone refill. Then, if all goes well, I’ll officially be a pregnant lady.
I’m sure that will come with its own expenses. But at least all these extra “fertility” expenses will be behind us for a while. (Hopefully! God, believe me, a big part of me is just waiting for the other shoe to drop…)