I promised I post the 3rd beta results- good or bad. It was a really rough weekend trying to not think about it and not watch my body for any possible twitch that I might mistakenly think is a etopic pregnancy going off. No blood or severe cramping the entire weekend- but I also didn't really feel pregnant. Tired, yes- but not really one iota of any other symptom. By sunday we were convinced that I'd be miscarrying again so at dinner I had this amazing seared ahi on wild rice and a lovely glass a markham merlot. I woke up at 3:30am unable to sleep and pondered whether I thought I could live childfree and be ok with it. At 7am I gave up sleeping having pretty woke hubbys up with all my tossing and turning -- we headed for the lab before breakfast.

The lab had all of 2 people waiting for a blood draw and I was one of them! Yeah, that first person to the lab and not having to wait an hour never happens to me- and I suspect that the other person in the lab was a regular who really must have complained about waiting because the technician who did my draw talked about how clients complained about waiting often- and there was only her until 8:30am-- she seemed delighted to know that other labs have much much longer lines that her one or two people.

So .... I am still pregnant and my hcg is climbing! And what did I say when the clinic called to let me know? I blurted out that I had the wine and tuna...because of course I wondered if I somehow was now going damage the little bugger with the fete from the night before. The doctor assured me that normal children have been born in circumstances much more dire than one glass of wine. Ok, so I won't make it a regular event.

I go back for a 4th beta next week just to make sure that the numbers are still climbing and all the hormones are suppose to be doing what they should be doing. I'm not complaining- I'd rather know that everything is where it should be and not chance another miscarriage (one is a plenty to live through).

So as of today-- things are good. We are cautiously happy. We'll remain cautiously happy-- I don't think I have the luxury of being carefree at this point- but maybe after I pass that 12th week, we give have a little squeal of delight.