Nurse: How are you?
Nurse: I have great news for you!
Nurse: The number was very strong. 315. That's a sign of great implantation! Good job!
Me: NERVOUS GIGGLING. ok! Yay!
Hub had come up stairs by now. I gave him a thumbs up. Once the call ended I hugged him and cried like a baby.
315. I can't believe it.
When I was 15DPO with kins (the equivalent day) I was at 349, so very similar.
I know that IVF works, obviously or I wouldn't have done it, but it still seems crazy to me that they can make an embryo, grow it for 5 days, biopsy it and then freeze it for months- THEN unfreeze it and have it implant. CRAZY.
So here I am, after 17 months of trying- pregnant.
We have more blood work on Tuesday- nurse said "This is just protocol to see that the numbers are doing what they are supposed to. There is no reason to believe they won't." I have to call on Monday to cancel my future plans meeting with my RE. Then I have to book an ultrasound in 3 weeks.
Oh my god. This is happening.
I just hope it keeps happening.