I started bleeding this morning. Not spotting. Full-on bleeding.
Aaaaaaand my beta went up to 34.
Someone up there has a hell of a sense of humor. Fortunately, so do I. This is so preposterous, so drama queeny, so over the top, so bathetically cliffhangerish, all I can do is laugh.
Is there any chance that this will turn out well? Hell, no. So, there's nothing to lose really. It's just a rollicking good story.
I get to decide whether to have another beta in two days or wait four. I haven't decided yet.
Stay tuned for the dramatic conclusion of "As The Cecil Turns."