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.