My beta’s scheduled for 8:15AM tomorrow morning. I’ve got the lab slip with STAT written all over it but for good measure I think I’ll highlight them so that the asswipes at the quest labs on the west side don’t forget to run it STAT like they did last time. I’m going to drive into the city as I have to hit the lab at 8:15AM and then get to work for a 9AM meeting.
My days are always this crazy. And, to boot, somewhere in between that blood draw and the meeting I will need to find parking in NYC.
Good freaking luck.
At any rate, I should know by late tomorrow afternoon what the result is.
But I don’t need a stinking b-hcg to tell me this cycle failed.
My lack of cramps tell me that. Actually, the disappearance of my cramps tells me that. They were there at all the right times and then they weren’t. They were here and there a bit, very fleetingly, over the last few days, but I honestly think it’s more progesterone than anything. I can feel a few twinges right now, as I type, but I know that it’s probably just the freakishly hard Ikea chair that I’m sitting on (thing is so hard I think it’s cutting off the blood supply to my entire arse!)
I stopped peeing on sticks two days ago because the white was just too glaring. Too disappointing. I’m still taking my meds like the good little patient I try to be.
All I know is that on the way home from work tomorrow, I’ll be stopping at the corner bistro for their 2-for-1 Wednesday night martini special.
I have an appointment next Wednesday afternoon to meet the famous Dr. G (a RI) on the UES. He’s the guy who loves prescribing DHEA. I just want to get a sanity check on whether all the immune stuff I did makes sense to him. Were there any stone that we didn’t over turn. My RE, Dr. R, doesn’t care for him. Says he prescribes DHEA left and right without any studies behind it. Interesting.
But for a $35 copay, I can get another opinion. I just want some closure before I plan the next “thing”, which is really starting to look like gestational surrogacy.
I’ll be back on the west coast next month, the land of sane surrogacy laws. Thank you god/dess. Hopefully Plan B will start to take shape.
