Raise your hand if you thought you were done with IVF once your beta test came back positive. If you thought the egg retrieval to embryo transfer was the worst wait. If you thought the two week wait was the last misery.
Yep, that was me. And no, definitely not. When Dr. Toner called on Friday with the BFP and positive beta, he asked me to come back two days later for a second check on my beta levels. Apparently, it’s supposed to double every 48 (or so) hours.
So on Friday, I tempered my happiness, knowing that Sunday’s beta test could dash our hopes of finally having a baby. I cried to Joe, “It would be so sad to come all this way… and have it not work out.” He said something reassuring (I’m sure). I worried some more.
On Sunday, I was back at ACRM for the beta blood draw. I met a good girlfriend of mine for brunch at Bistro Nikko and jewelry shopping at Solomon Brothers (Tacori Trunk Show!), which mildly suppressed my overwhelming anxiety. As we were perusing the earring selection, I felt that familiar buzz in my pocket. ACRM, on the phone. I picked it up and Sharika, one of the ladies that draws my blood each time, was on the other end.
“I’m calling to let you know your beta levels doubled as expected, from ……………” That’s all I heard, honestly. I was elated. So relieved. Sharika booked my next beta test for the following Thursday. I texted Joe a hundred happy emojis, and went back to shopping with enthusiastic fervor.