Everything is going along smoothly

The doctor called this morning with the result of my third hCG. It went up to 426. She said she's very pleased and everything is progressing wonderfully. So I'm happy, although I can't wait for the first ultrasound.

I spoke with my mom last night and I think I've realized why she's so afraid. She doesn't understand why I would put my life on the line for this little baby (who she doesn't even know, really) to have this surgery. I told her that I needed to take the risk, and if God forbid something were to happen...well, it would happen. She's having a hard time understanding this concept. We know the risks, they are small...and don't include danger to me really. But anything can happen. It's still a major surgery. Derick and I have talked about the risks, and it's so small that we are willing to take it in order to have children.

She also told my dad. He's worried. Typical. He always worries about us. That's what he does. We'll be fine though, I'm sure. And if not...at least we are together.

So I've just got to bite the bullet and tell my brother and sister in law. They are perhaps the most judgemental people in my life. So it's not going to be fun. Regardless of whether I tell them or my parents do, she's still going to talk about us behind our backs. That's just what she does. Just got to bite the bullet I guess.

I put a call into Dr. Davis (the TAC specialist) and hopefully he'll get back to me soon. I'm anxiously awaiting a date for a safe landing.