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."
8 comments:
Oh my lord. Isn't this fun. On the edge of my seat, waiting to find out what happens next...
Urgh.... I'm so sorry everything is so damn ambiguous right now.
Oh, heavens! I don't know how you're managing with all this conflicting info. I guess all you can do is laugh and cry right now. Sending lots of love and hope, as always.
Oh Binky, how frustrating. Sending you good thoughts.
aiiiee what a mindfuck.
I'm sorry you're going through this B. I've been thinking about you a lot
Oh Binky. Sigh. Lots of love to you.
what a god damn rollercoaster from hell. be kind to yourselves and all positive thoughts coming out from me with all my love and a cherry on top.
jjb
Like sands in an hourglass, so the numbers of our beta...
I say the 2 or 4 depends on how much of a PITA it is to get to your clinic. IIRC, my beta continued to rise for at least a couple days after I started bleeding. Then again, it never doubled like Cecil. Hang in there, lady.
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