Ah, yup. The news is not good, but this race is apparently not quite over.
My beta doubled. It is now a whopping 16. Now, that's half as crappy as Monday's news, but half of "really crappy" is, by my calculations, still pretty crappy.
The nurse at Kaiser tried to find a glimmer of hope in this latest development. On the other hand, the nurse at the fertility clinic said, categorically, "This is an abnormal pregnancy. That is not a normal embryo. I'm very sorry."
So, we're not holding out any real hope, but I have to admire our Cecil, slow and tenacious little bugger that he is, for hanging in there.
Oh, Cecil, if there is any hope at all that you might be viable, we're rooting for you to go the distance. If not, that's ok. Your mere presence gives us the hope to try again.