Normally you wait about two weeks between the first positive (official) blood pregnancy test and the ultrasound. In between, you get one or two more blood tests to make sure your beta hcg levels are rising appropriately. The number should be doubling every 36 to 48 hours or so, and, depending on how quickly the number rises, people start guessing whether it’s twins or a singleton. Again, not a fool-proof method of determining how many embryos stuck around, but still a fun way to pass the time before the ultrasound.
I told myself I wouldn’t obsess about “one or two?” like I had obsessed about whether or not it worked at all. But of course I did. I totally did. One or two? One or two? I couldn’t WAIT for the ultrasound and was so excited.
My couple was planning to fly in for the ultrasound, as well. Of course it’s not necessary, but wouldn’t it be fun to find out together? I was looking forward to introducing them to my kids, and Blaine was looking forward to seeing them again, too. Although I had seen them several times for transfers and meetings, he had not seen them since our initial match meeting, nine months before.
The week before my ultrasound I was feeling so pleased with how well things were going – my blood tests showed my numbers were rising appropriately, so I was able to feel confident and good about the pregnancy. My IP’s were thrilled, every time I talked to them I could hear the excitement in their voices. At long last Labor Day had arrived, which meant my kids and I were finally becoming active in playgroups, and meeting some new people in Alabama. Fifteen long months since I initially applied to be a surrogate, and waiting and waiting to reach this point, I was truly content with where I was.
The Tuesday before my ultrasound was scheduled I took my kids to their twice-weekly Mother’s Day Out program. They were settling in well with their new teachers and friends, and I was looking forward to a relaxing day at home. NOT that I would sit around obsessing about whether I was pregnant with one or two …. Just relaxing.
I don’t watch tv or listen to the radio during the day, so it wasn’t until I got a frantic call from my mother that I heard the news:
The Twin Towers in NYC had been attacked.
My mother, understandably, was worried about what this would mean for Blaine, being an active-duty military member.
All I could think of was my Intended Father, who worked for a finance corporation in downtown NYC --- I wasn’t sure where, and tried hard not to panic myself.
PS. Do not freak out --- he was ok. I am going to be busy the next few days and am not sure when I will be able to post again .... I didn't want anyone using the "cliffhanger" accusation in the comment section, so let me assure you now that he was ok! :)