A newly refilled bottle of 800 mgs Motrin can sometimes be my best friend.
It always takes exactly five days from "stop meds" to start bleeding. The fact that I knew that I should put pads on yesterday morning (yes, more than one) before I left for work (and before any bleeding started) just speaks to how used to this shit I've grown.
I know how to overlap the pads just so to avoid embarassing leakage.
There's a different arrangement for being up and about during the day than there is for being flat on your back in the bed.
Let a friend drive to lunch if you plan on downing a 22 oz. margarita with your fajitas during your lunch break.
An alcoholic beverage is a good complement to the Motrin.
Baby wipes are a must-have for heavy duty clean up. Fucked up, isn't it?
Use OSOM card tests (only found at medical supply sites online) to detect hCG at the earliest point possible. It was 3.5dp5dt this time and last.
OSOM test lines are as dark as the control lines with a beta of 50. FRERs are about half as dark as the control with a beta of 50.
FRER will show a faint line with a beta of 13. OSOM lines are fairly dark at that point. FRER lines should be as dark as or almost as dark as the control to indicate a beta around 100.
CBE digital will show PREGNANT with a beta of 13.
I think it's fairly stupid that those damned things say PREGNANT.
The presence of hCG does not necessarily mean PREGNANT.
I can tell what my hCG levels are doing by judging the darkness on tests.
Lines on pregnancy tests mean everything and nothing.
Lines that don't get darker mean everything.
Lines that get fainter mean you're fucked.
Judging from the state of my lines, I wasn't altogether surprised to get the first beta of 50 or the second beta of 46. I even told niobe, "The lines aren't any darker, I don't think. But they're not any lighter, either, and that's a good thing because then I'd know for sure that it's over. But I think it should be darker. I know we only need at least a 60% rise to be able to keep going, so I'm hoping for at least a beta of 80. But these lines…I think I might have stalled. Hopefully not…hopefully it's gone up enough to make a difference but maybe not enough to register on the test."
I'll be fucked if I wasn't right about it stalling.
I hate that I can see a chemical coming from a mile away.
I usually know what the results are before I get the phone call.
No, maybe it's a twisted gift of sorts…it gives me time to prepare for the actual results so that I don't get sideswiped out of left field with bad news.
I know too much about bad news.
I know too fucking much about saying goodbye and having to move on.