I was supposed to go in for my beta tomorrow morning. The clinic called this morning, though, and asked if I could make it in today instead, because their hematologist will be out tomorrow and they have 7 retrievals scheduled.
Well, at the exact moment they called, I was laying out food for playgroup, which I hosted this week. Usually, playgroup winds up around 1:00, the absolute latest I could get my blood drawn today. So I said no. But when the playgroup girls heard about it, they insisted they'd clear our early and that I should go get my test.
Ok, fine. Managed to get there with minutes to spare. Unfortunately, in the words of the embryologist, "I didn't bring my veins." Five sticks later, including one in my hand (ouch!) and one in each wrist (Ouch! Ouch!), I was tired of pretending it didn't hurt so as not to scar a very interested M for life, and they were tired of poking me. So I have to go to the big blood lab tomorrow and let them give it a shot. In the meantime, I look like a toddler who's gotten into the band-aid supply. Tape and gauze all over the place.
The news wasn't all bad, however. My favorite nurse, A, asked me if I'd "cheated," and I admitted I had and that I got my first BFP at 5dpt. After scolding me roundly for knowing I'm pregnant for over a week and not telling her (Is that done? Are you supposed to call your clinic with HPT results?), A must have gone and made an announcement or something. My doctor showed just in time to put the kibosh on the arterial draw the nurse was planning to try next, looking as close to smiling as I've ever seen her. She said the fact that I had an HPT that early is "very encouraging," and that the beta is merely a formality now. And also? She agreed to give me a super-early ultrasound next Tuesday. She was so pleasant and clearly happy that I'm choosing to ignore the fact that she sounded really damn surprised that I managed to get knocked up.
So, good day. And based on my doc's optimism, I'm ready to call it official, even without the beta. I'm pregnant.
(although, I'll admit, there's a little tiny voice that adds "...for now." to the end of that sentence every time I even think it).