I wish I had an awesome infertility urban legend to contribute, but, alas, this is the result of a good, old-fashioned FET.
Interestingly enough, transfer occurred at the same time as it did for BB, and I now find myself with the nearly the same due date...and the prospect of TWO little ones, exactly two years apart.
I had hoped for a slightly more relaxed experience this go-round, but I'm finding that the nervous breath-holding and panty-inspections are much the same.
We had our first scare last week when my third beta came back lower than the second (86, 252, 218). I had a redraw on Friday to confirm, and was shocked on Monday to hear that the results were way higher than expected (1279, and right on track!). I earned myself an early ultrasound yesterday at 5w4d - and was lucky enough to see everything we could hope to see so early (gestational sac, yolk sac, and the beginnings of a fetal pole). My RE is calling the third draw a lab error, and just disregarding it completely. I'm in shock, honestly. We had convinced ourselves that it was over just as quickly as it began - and yet. I'm still pregnant.
I know that it's still really freaking early. I know we've got a bunch of hurdles still to cross. I'm just holding my breath, hoping against hope that when we go back two weeks from now, we'll see a beating heart. And that, nine months from now, I will be able to hold this little squish in my arms, just as healthy and happy and robust as his big brother.
