Well, crap.

Remember how the number was 10? And I said that it should be between 35 and 40? Well, technically, the number is supposed to double in 24-48 hours for a viable pregnancy. So technically again, it would've been okay if the number today had been between 25-30.

It was 33.

Since I know exactly what day this baby was conceived (a-chicka-wow-wow), it must have implanted late or I ovulated later than I thought.

I may have a viable pregnancy. This ticks me off for the following reasons:

-Instead of delivering the news to Drew in the creative manner that I've thought about for the past 2 years, I had to start out telling him about this pregnancy by saying "I'm miscarrying."
-I told everyone on my blog before I told anyone in my family. I still don't know when I should tell them.
-I'm still scared, even more so now that I have hope. I started off my last pregnancy scared, which caused a big emotional wall to build up, which I know has had a lasting impact on my relationship with Ace.
-I didn't lose the weight I wanted to lose... in fact, I'm pretty sure I've gained a few pounds in the past several months. Dang life getting in the way of my weight loss plans.

I'm going back on Thursday for an ultrasound. Dr. M said that 33 is too small a number for anything to show up anywhere, so hopefully if my numbers are in the hundreds by then, we'll be able to see something either floating around happily in my uterus or hanging out dangerously in my tube.

I'm not rolling out the ticker tape parade quite yet, but I do have slightly more hope than before. My girly area hurts, but I cramped heavily for the first 6 weeks or so with Ace, so I just don't know what to think. I'm trying to get excited, but it's so hard...

Before I go, here's a conversation that went on between me, my doctor, and my inappropriately irreverent husband:

Dr. M: I'm gonna give a prescription for progesterone supplements along with your prenatals since your progesterone was low and... well, you know, you did it with your other two.
Me: Yep. Will those be the suppositories?
Dr. M: Yep.
Me: Bummer.
Drew: Heh heh heh. Get it? BUMmer? Suppositories?
Dr. M: *sympathetic smile*
Me: They're VAGINAL suppositories, you idiot.
Drew: Ohhh.

I'm gonna go pee on a stick, even though like four of y'all have told me to stop peeing on stuff. The second line should be much darker now. It's just more fun when you don't have to squint to see the line.