The twilight zone

Beta # 3 came in at 910 today. Doubling time between #1 and 2 was 1.35 days; between #2 and 3 was 1.37 days so things are moving along by the sound of it.

I've been fighting nausea off and on--more on than off--for two days now, which I guess is reassuring. I didn't have this lovely symptom last time (and Dr. Rub's other nurse was quick to point out to me today that in the pregnancy she had that miscarried, she didn't have any nausea but she a lot of it with her successful pg and that many take nausea to be a good sign). Hmmm...we'll see. I'm not a puker and detest it so I'm hoping it doesn't come to that. Outside of that, the only other thing I've noticed is that I've woken up the past few nights to pee.

I had a dream about two weeks ago, before any of the current uterine shenanigans were known, and in it I was told I had a beta of 1,003; that dream was engraved in my mind. As you can imagine, I was wondering if that would be the number when they called me today. That would have been pretty freaky if it was.

So now I'm in the twilight zone of no more betas and my first ultrasound is November 10th. At that point, I'll be 5w5d and the nurse says we'll see a sac and fetal pole (do you know when the heartbeat can be seen? I used to but it's left my shot mind). So let's hope.

Whatever will I do with myself until then? How will I be able to get through each day without thinking that all hell is breaking loose in my uterus? Okay, so I'll try not to think about that...yeah, right, who am I kidding?