Irrational

I woke up at 2:30 this morning to use the bathroom (rare occurrence) and tossed and turned until 5:30 (also rare).  When I got up at 5:30, I did two HPTs--one digital, one FRER--with the pee I'd saved from 2:30.  (I know, EEEWWW!)  Both tests were very obviously positive.

I was at the lab a little after it opened at 7 to have my blood drawn for my beta hCG and progesterone tests.  (On a side note, there is certainly an interesting assortment of people at the lab first thing in the morning.)  I waited less than half an hour, had a nearly-painless stick, and was at my office by 8.

As I sit here beginning my work day, despite seeing two more BFPs this morning, I am disproportionately worried about today's beta.  I don't think this is rational, as I have no reason to believe that I will get anything but good news later today.  I don't feel any different this morning than I did yesterday, so I have no reason to think that anything has gone wrong.  Yet the feeling persists.

For the first time this week, I feel like I can kind-of relate to MM's feelings of anxiety about how this will turn out.  Maybe, in a perverse way, that's a good thing.

If past experience with St. Mungo's is any indicator of when I can expect a call with my results, then I doubt I will hear anything until the end of the day.  I will, of course, post my numbers when I have them.

Until then, if you could spare some positive energy, thoughts or prayers for me, I'd appreciate them.