A doubling time of 33 hours, and another good strong number.
I spent a large part of last night and this morning convinced this embryo had given up the ghost already. I don’t know that I will be able to relax in this pregnancy, given my track record and the dire prognoses of untreated anti-phospholipid syndrome (I’m treated. I’m having a hard time convincing my brain that it is sufficient).
I do know I can’t spend the next 8 months living in dread and fear of the other shoe. My job between now and the ultrasound is to find some level of acceptance of what might come, some level of zen in the face of the unknowable.
I’m great at that – acceptance of the unknown and release of control over the uncontrollable. Great. So good at those things. This should go well.