Just a quick update. There are no pictures today or silliness about chocolate lollipops.
My beta has gone from 81 on 13dp5dt (18dpo) to 130 on 15dp5dt (20dpo). Those measurements were
over 52 hours apart. My clinic isn’t too hopeful; the lovely people who help me there have gone from being chirpy to gloomy. The clinic and my GP suspect that I might be
in possession of an ectopic pregnancy. Quite handily, they have given me a list of warning signs which, if any of them happen, should send me galloping on over to my local hospital. I will have
another beta on Monday and, if I make it, a scan next Friday. There is a small
chance that this pregnancy will work out but you'd really need a high powered microscope to see it now. I am
clinging on to that small shred of hope. I want to keep my diamond, dammit.