I had my blood work and "beta" done today. A beta is a measurement of how much HCG is in the blood, thus determining if there is a pregnancy or not.
It is 13 days past a 5 day transfer. The 5 day transfer part means that the embryos were 5 days old when they were placed in my uterus. In my case, I believe they were actually 6 days old. They were hatching blastocysts. My HCG is at 1654. This is very, very good. In fact, it is so good that we might even be thinking twins.
I have figured out that I am technically 4 weeks and 4 days pregnant as of today. At this point, anything above an HCG of 76 is pregnant. Most people are at least in the hundreds, and a nice strong pregnancy would be around 700 at around the same time. See where twins come in to play? My HCG is so good, it is almost double what I am seeing from most of the websites I have been to.
That said, there is a pretty wide range that could still be a single pregnancy. The fact is that anything from 76 to 1000 or 2000 or higher just means one thing right now: Pregnant.
We Are Pregnant!!!!! OMG I am so excited I almost squealed in the nurses ear when she called me. To have such a strong number is just amazing to me. I was worried it would be borderline, or worse, negative- even though I knew, because I cheated and took a home test, that it wouldn't be negative.
That's right. I cheated. That's why my last post warned you against cheating. The first failed transfer I got all negative tests and I did not believe them. I still hoped and prayed for a positive beta. This time, I got a bright, clear, fast positive at 7 days post IVF, and then spent the rest of the week researching chemical pregnancies and taking the other two tests from the package and watching for any fading of the line. It doesn't matter what the stick says.... I didn't believe it. I didn't want to get my hopes up.
When I got the first positive, I decided not to tell the IPs for that reason. I was so afraid the beta would show that it was chemical. I would hate to get their hopes up to see them dashed again. I waited (patiently. Ha!) for the next week to pass so I could scream it to the world. And scream I have. I am pregnant with at least one strong Chinese baby. It's not my husband's. It's not mine. I'm not keeping it. I am so very excited.