And now we've arrived at the sloggiest portion of pregnancy after recurrent loss, the repeat betas.
This morning I trekked out to a clinic, only to find it didn't have a stat lab to get rapid results, and then had to trek even farther out to the suburbs to another clinic.
A nice little elderly Russian phlebotomist whispered a warm "good luck" after looking down at the lab slip. And wrote me out lab information for the next two visits, because my doctor is out of state and they need extra information and nothing is ever easy.
Now I wait. Then I get a number, ruminate for hours whether it is a good number or bad number, and then wait some more.