Beta Monday

I won’t leave you waiting in suspense any longer (and trust me when I am telling you that I am updating you as soon as possible after getting the call. Those a-holes left me hanging waaaay too long!)

Beta #1= 198

Doc likes to see it above 50 at this point (11dp5dt) so I feel pretty good about that number.

I should have felt down right sure about things after this happened last night:

 

 

But we all know there is no such thing as confidence in this game! And know that, as good as I feel right now, I won’t feel truly confident until Thursday. But, I do think I finally feel okay saying that I’m pregnant. 

In other news, the water heater/plumbing saga has, of course, grown. Last night during our second estimate, we discovered that the well guy (because apparently there are no plumbers in the area who will both do work on a well and a water heater) had screwed something up and the well was, literally, gushing water at the pump site – water which had then proceeded to pool in our crawl space. We turned the well pump off and were officially without ANY water.

We called the well plumber back, and he said he could come over. Of course, this meant forgoing our Indigo Girls tickets (luckily we found some friends who were willing to buy them, at least saving us from eating the cash we’d spent) and hanging out without a flushable toilet. But, the well guy came and fixed the problem and it didn’t cost us THAT much, in the grand scheme of plumbing.

This morning, the water heater dude came back (we went with estimate #2, which was barely less expensive but could be done quicker) and casually mentioned that he would also have to put a sump pump in, since our water heater is in the (dirt floored) crawl space and had no where to drain in an emergency (which prompted the initial problem) – which was going to set us back another chunk of change, but was required by code. I spent the morning working awkwardly from my bedroom with the dogs eagerly trying to go investigate. La got home a few hours ago and tagged me out.

Luckily, I was able to grab a shower at work (God bless our awkward basement office with three bathrooms to a staff of 7 and a shower that is mostly used as storage but is, in fact, still functional!) to get cleaned up before my big meeting (heading there in 15 minutes) so that at least my hair isn’t oily and disheveled, just wet and flat. 

To top things off, both La and I managed to pick up a pretty icky cold (I’m guessing from our little friend Liam) that includes sore throats, runny noses and plenty of sneezing. I’m being a total baby about it mostly because tylenol is my only available drug and it, frankly, sucks. Pregnancy friendly cures for a cold would be greatly appreciated.

 

Thanks for cheering me on, friends. La has made me swear off the pee sticks, so the one above is your final glimpse into the madness.