Yep, she agreed. I was dealing more with OHSS than effects of the medicines.
1) Get in and get an ultrasound. Get there stat. (Going tomorrow. Earliest I can.)
2) Take a pregnancy test. It's early, and it may be negative and I still could be positive because it's just so early but she has a feeling that I'm pregnant and that's why it's getting worse.
So she says.
And though I don't want to, I do.
I did it. And was crazy nervous. I was not looking forward to bad news (even if it is a false negative) today.
But I did. My dear friend Karie stood and watched the monitor with me.
Control line? Immediate and dark.
I thought the white space beside it was looking very, very stark.
I looked at the clock. Not even a minute had passed. (I had to wait for three.) White space was still stark.
And then...I thought I saw a faint pink line.
But then I thought I was imagining it.
And then Karie said, "I think I see something."
And so did I.
It was faint, but it kept getting ever so darker.
And then the three minutes were up.
It's faint, but it's definitely two lines.
A baby brother or sister (or two?) is on his or her (or their?) way.
Thank you, Lord. What precious gifts you give me again and again.
Now, if we can just keep the OHSS away...