My HCG is now at 292.
It tripled in 48 hours.
I was prepared to hear her say that it was dropping. I was prepared to hear her say I was miscarrying. I was not prepared for this, for any of it. And I can’t yet allow myself to feel any hope either. I’m still being told it’s not viable. And yet I keep praying to God that if it is not viable that He would end this for us and He hasn’t. I feel stretched between what biologically is next to impossible and my God who is the definition of possible. When I called Hammer I could do nothing but cry because I just don’t know what to do anymore.
I will go in for more blood work on Monday and then will have an ultrasound on Wednesday or Thursday of next week.
P.S. I know what my blog title says but I’m just too scared to go there yet…