On Tuesday, October 4th, I was still feeling crampy, hungry and tired. I noticed that there was a little spotting when I went to the bathroom. I began to panic. This is exactly what happened with IVF #1 - and even on the same day. From that point, I was kind of a mess. The home pregnancy tests were still coming out negative. Things didn't look good.
On Wed., Oct. 5th, I got up and took another pregnancy test and as I was waiting the 3 minutes to read it, I noticed that there was blood in the toilet....Now isn't that the most ironic awful thing ever? Of course the test was negative.
I wasn't due for my beta blood test until the next day. When I could regain control of myself and my voice, I called my Doc's office to find out what to do. The nurse told me that I could go ahead and get my beta done early if I wanted because they had to have at least one blood test. Not only did I want the whole thing over with, but I didn't want to take that giant needle with Progesterone in the behind if I didn't have to. That would just be salt in the wound, really.
After a staff meeting that day, a couple co-workers asked me how I was feeling. And that is when I lost it. I had held it together really well until then. I told them that I was taking my "lunch" after the meeting to go get my bloodwork done.
The trip to the blood lab was terrible. I knew what the result was going to be, yet I still had to go through with it - another necessary evil in this process. I called to get the results a couple hours later and it was, in fact, negative. I got the final smack in the face in this whole process - a day early!