This morning’s result was 17.47. This is super low by beta standards since most providers consider anything below 50 to be negative, but when I urged my nurse to lay it out for me doomsday style, she wouldn’t do it. She insisted that she sees these things go either way equally often. Dr. Google seems to agree.
I’ll know more after my second beta on Saturday.
Also, I published this post privately yesterday, and I’m only sharing it with you now because yesterday I wasn’t prepared to expose my grief to you as I wrote it (ugly, ugly grief). But since then I’ve eaten something, cried with friends, was held by N, and saw my therapist; and although my grief is still real and true, my reflecting on it has made it ebb back into a nook somewhere. But I know it’ll be back. I can feel its fucking tentacles undulating at my tear ducts.
PS: How do you spell “karma?”