The corner

I woke up about 3:45 this morning, woken up by my bladder. I lay in bed, debating about how badly I had to go, and if I should consider this my FMU.

About 4am, I finally rolled out of bed, sucked up all my courage, flipped on the bathroom light, and took out my FRER. Took a deep breath, and peed.

Put the stick down, and watched the clock. After about 2 minutes, I couldn't stand it any longer, and peeked. And for the first time in my life, I saw 2 lines.

Giddy. That is how I'd describe me at 4am in my bathroom. Giddy! I took a picture and texted it to Mr. P, and a few IRL friends that know the deal.

I couldn't fall back asleep, I was just too excited. So I tossed around for an hour, decided to watch SNL from last night (Betty White lived up to the hype! Love her.) Finally at 6:30am, I got up, went downstairs, and had breakfast.

Mr. P got home waaaaay early - 7:45am after a 2 hour drive. He came with me for my blood draw.

The clinic where I do my draw is not the clinic where I ever received treatment. But the nurse said she'd call me with results. Yay for the nurse.

2 hours later - phone rings. Local nurse says while she can't tell me the exact number, she says it's good. "Over 50?" I ask. Oh yeah, she says. "Over 100?" Yes.

Awesome.

About 40 minutes later my far-away nurse calls. She's working today, and tells me the beta.

196.

Hot damn, now that's a beta!!

Needless to say, I am overcome with joy. I can't stop grinning. I have turned a huge corner. I have - in almost 3 years - never had 2 lines. Never had a beta above 0. Never gotten this far. But I have now turned this monster corner, and am looking down a new road now. It's a long road, I know, and rife with obstacles and surprise and drama. But just that I get to see this road, for the first time ever, feels amazing.