Sight for sore, weary, bleary eyes...

I haven't seen one of these in over a year. It is hard to believe that the time span between my miscarriage and getting to this word again has taken so long. I just hope it is really real.

So, I made it in for the early morning blood draw and am anxiously awaiting the results. Yes, I'm waiting for that cold, non-chalant voice to read out the number that will tell me if I can breathe a sigh of relief until the next blood draw on Monday.

With the triplets, the first reading was 238 at 11dp3dt. We knew it was more than one. The number doubled and plus some on the next blood draw. With the twins, the first reading was 213 at 9dp5dt. Again, we suspected multiples. However, with the second pregnancy, the number never doubled appropriately. I had hope that one was continuing, and we did make it to the heartbeat stage. But, alas it was not to be. At ten weeks there was no heartbeat.

So, I am waiting again. I hate waiting...hate it...