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Fat lady, you're wanted onstage.

The news isn't good. My third beta rose from 226 on Wednesday to...269 today.

Dismal, dismal, dismal.

I've been asked to return on Monday for yet another beta. The nurse presented three possibilities:

  1. a failing pregnancy;
  2. an ectopic pregnancy; or
  3. a meaningless statistical blip in an otherwise healthy pregnancy.
I sure would like to believe it's the latter, but I don't think that's a realistic hope. To say I am sad doesn't really cover it.