Tuesday’s beta, at approx 21 DPO: 282
Saturday’s:464
So it’s growing, but not appropriately, which means that not only am I not going to get a baby out of this, but the situation is not going to resolve itself with a minimum of fuss, as originally hoped, which bites.
Ultrasound on Thursday afternoon.
oh my gosh. You know I know nothing about the numbers and tests, but I understand the ramifications… i’m so sorry, K… *hug*
Oh, my…I’m so sorry.
*patting your hand* Jesus, Cat, that bites.
That sucks. Crap.
Ugh. Here’s hoping its not ectopic. I’m sorry.
Well. There it is.
Know you are in my prayers.
Oh crap…I’m so sorry.
bummer
Sh*t. I’m so sorry. Thinking of you.
I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry.
Oh, shit. (((hugs)))
So hoping it’s blighted and not ectopic. Crap! Sorry.
Ugh. So sorry. Thinking of you. It sucks. There’s no other way to describe it.
That bites. I am so sorry. All my thoughts are with you tonight.
Shit. I am so sorry. Oh! I have some assvice for you. When you’re getting the ultrasound, imagine all of us in there with you doing inappropriate things like giving the doctor/tech wet willies or flicking boogers at him/her. And we’ll all be here for you (waiting inside your computer) when it’s over.
Oh..Cat. I’m sorry.
I’m so sorry. Hoping things go as smoothly as possible from here on.
I am so, so sorry. Can’t they do an ultrasound earlier than Thursday? I’ve been in the same situation as you, and I certainly didn’t need the stress of wondering, waiting and worrying. If I were you, I’d call and ask to get in sooner. I remember just lying there at night trying to figure out if it was good news or bad news, going over and over the scene in my head. This experience sucks enough as it is, no need to add additional stress to it!
Oh, Cat, I’m so sorry. This bites, indeed. Major understatement.
Thinking of you and hoping for an easy resolution (another understatement, I know).
I am just catching up on my blogs and sorry that I am just now coming around to say, what a damn shitaroo. I’m so very sorry.