4,886 And Zero Cents

My holiday weekend was filled with lots of overeating, christmas shopping, and anxiety over my upcoming second beta.  Ever since the first positive hpt I've been filled with an overwhelming sense of fear that it was all too good to be true.  I know I've already discussed my overly pessimistic outlook these days, and I know that my uneasiness is a side-effect of my pessimism.  By last night I had managed to turn myself into a nervous wreck worrying over what today's results would be.  After snapping at M all evening, we finally agreed that I was being a meany because I was so worried about my beta (that and the fact that we had spent all day at the mall trying to put a bigger dent in our seemingly endless christmas shopping list.)  M pointed out that I the creeping nausea and crampiness I'd been feeling that day were likely pregnancy related symptoms, but I wasn't sure if I was just queasy as a result of the anxiety I was feeling and/or from my excessive consumption of the thai food take-out we had for dinner.

So I was sleepy and grumpy when I reported for my beta at 7:15 this morning.  I ran to work and waited by my cell phone waiting for the clinic to once again call and leave the message on my home answering machine instead.  I was surprised when the IVF nurse called me around noon to give me my results, and so relieved to hear the numbers: 4,886.  I had already done enough rough math over the weekend to figure out that my beta should have been around 4,000 by this point, so I knew this result was really good.

Despite this positive turn of events, I'm still not very pleased with Dr. Hot Shot and his clinic.  I've been plotting my defection so that I can get back into the care of Dr. Don't Call Me Mark ever since my first beta.  And I've been rehearsing what I plan to say when I call him tomorrow so that I can make it happen as soon as possible.  Basically, I'm going to tell him that I want an actual doctor providing my prenatal care instead of a team of nurses.  The truth is that I'm pretty clueless about how it all works.  Anyone out there know how long most REs keep their patients before releasing them to their regular OBs?

Comments

[diana]

First off, CONGRATULATIONS!! As cautious as you are (and understandably so) celebrate this - I hope you can be happy enough to enjoy where you're at right now. As far as the RE goes, I think (s)he should turn you over to your Ob relatively soon but don't know for sure.

[Emily]

That's wonderful news! Glad everything is progressing nicely and looking forward to hearing about the progress.

[Heather]

Beautiful, fantastic numbers! I am just thrilled for you and M. As for the RE situation, my office kept e/o until somewhere around the 8 week mark. Then, if everything looked ok, they turned us over to our OBs.

[Dee]

Congrats on the great #! I know that stress and meanness leading up the betas--poor husbands don't know what's in store for them those days!

I'm currently nearing the 9 week mark and have one final appt. with my RE. If all is good at this next visit Thursday, I'm being released to the OB (high-risk but still...). My best friend had a similar story and was released to her OB at the 10 week mark. So I'd guesstimate anytime between 8 and 10 weeks; it probably depends on you, your history, etc.

Hoping you have a happy, healthy, and uneventful nine months!