If all had gone well, today I would be eleven weeks pregnant. A fact, yes, but I have really all but moved on from this event. However, it is customary for a doctor to follow your beta down to negative following a miscarriage.
So today, on my eleven week anniversary, I went in for beta #7 of IVF #1. And it was 14. Which is ironic given that beta #1 was only 16 to begin with. How far we've come and how far we still have to go. I'm so ready to move on. But I have beta #8 in two weeks. On the anniversary of my thirteenth week of no longer being pregnant. And I think these betas are a cruel twist of irony. And frankly, today I am quite sad.