So. A long, long, loooong time ago when Chance and Apollo were here at my house and we were freaking out about the slow rate at which her follicles were growing, Frank had on a shirt that says, "I am McLovin." It sounds completely irrelevant, right? Well, that shirt spurred a conversation about the highly inappropriate but oh-so-sophomorically funny Superbad, the movie from which came the quote on Frank's shirt. Oh, how Chance loves that movie, so before she and Apollo left, Chance rubbed her hands all over Frank's manly chest in effort to channel the power of McLovin. "Let me have a good ultrasound with better follicle growth tomorrow," she quipped as she continued to rub McLovin on Frank's shirt.
The next morning she had a lot more follicles and the ones that were already there showed significant growth. Ohhh, McLovin, how I love thee.
Frank wore his McLovin shirt to the transfer. It seemed to be good luck, after all, and we needed every bit of it possible. That night at Chance and Apollo's rental cottage, Chance and I took a picture of our feet (clad in the wacky good luck socks I bought for us) in Frank's lap.
Frank and I use our TV as our alarm clock. I usually fall asleep before Frank does. Before Frank turns the TV off for the night, he changes the channel to CNN Headline News. We're usually awoken by Robin and Company. This morning when the TV came on at 5:30 (when I should have been leaving the house at 5:30), it was not Robin that I heard. I heard some funky 70's music, and it was apparent that I was hearing the opening credits of some movie. I woke up all the way when I heard the music end and the crude, teenage humor begin. Well I'll be damned. It was Superbad.
This morning when waiting to be called back for my blood draw, I told Chance that that had to have been a good sign.
My beta today was 330. To recap:
11dp3dt = 13
13dp3dt = 25.
Dr. Sleepy said he would have been happy with 100, which sounded a good bit low to me, but hey – he's the one getting paid the big dog bucks and I just teach 8th grade. Figuring out the doubling, I would have thought that 300 would have been a more appopriate number, but I trusted Dr. Sleepy's judgement and today was praying for at least 100. In my heart, I wanted the number to be between 250-300. So to hear that the number was 330…well, that was just icing on my Superbad cake.
We've been told to continue to be cautiously hopeful. They are mostly concerned about the risk of ectopic, but my guts tell me that the Skittle has snuggled in exactly the right place. I have an ultrasound with Dr. Sleepy at our main clinic in South Carolina on Sunday morning at 10 to make sure of that.
We have more time. We have today. We have this chance.
I am happy.
Next post – tune in tomorrow to read about amazing birthday gifts that Chance and Apollo gave to me, and also about the general awesomeness that are Chance and Apollo.
Speaking of cake…I know how much you all love food porn, so here's a pic of the birthday cake Frank made for Chance. It's a hot water chocolate cake with chocolate ganache and buttercream frosting. I previously posted the recipe here.
I wish I could send you all pieces of cake. When it comes to supporters, I have the best. I gotz mad love for you guys.