My hcg was 1,118 on Monday, and it rose to 2,761 today. That's a doubling time of 55 hours. Which is good... so just trying to take it one day at a time and see what happens.
This is how far along I was with the second pregnancy when I lost it, although my hcg that time was much higher. So obviously I'm anxious as hell today, and I keep cringing at every cramp and checking for blood every time I use the bathroom. It's scary, and I'm not going to pretend it's not. This is the most pregnant I've ever been before, and at the same time it isn't since the hcg is lower.
No matter what, I know that I am far from being out of the woods.
I have an ultrasound scheduled for Monday. I have a really hard time believing I'll make it that far.
After I scheduled it I realized that it's on May 2... that's near the day I ended up in the ER 3 years ago miscarrying the first one. I had an ultrasound back then too. It didn't go so well.
Deep breaths, one day at a time.