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Repeat Beta

Beta number two this morning! Friday's numbers came in at 433, and in a typical healthy pregnancy that number will double every 2 days at this stage of the game. So to be on the safe side we were looking for something in the 1,200 range.

My morning sickness subsided so I got a little nervous and took another test this morning before I left. I say a little nervous because I honestly didn't expect to be sick this soon anyway. Plus I am peeing every 5 seconds so there are good signs.

Let's be honest. I just love pee sticks.

Anyway, the clinic called me back lickety split this morning and said my levels were FABULOUS! 1,802! Progesterone and thyroid look swell too.

Baby Mama was definitely excited for those numbers as was I. We'd talked about delaying our ultrasound until 8 weeks just because everything is so darn fragile in there. But the clinic has their reasons. So our first ultrasound is next Friday! I'll be 6 weeks, and I'm mostly excited with a smidge of nervous. Honestly I'll be slightly nervous until we pass the 13 week mark, but I'm mostly thrilled!

I'm going to keep sending happy positive baby vibes down to my uterus. As are my kiddos. They've both started whispering secrets to the baby (aka my crotch) each night before bed. Sunshine keeps giving life advice like "keep growing" and "don't make my mom sick or she'll barf you out." Sweet Pea just whispers things like "fart" and "butt" and then laughs and laughs.

 It's actually sweeter than it sounds.

So our next big event is the ultrasound next Friday morning! Until then I'll just keep downing my fruit smoothies and sending good juju!

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