Today my hcg is 1.
Most of me is relieved; I know it can takes weeks sometimes for those numbers to drop all the way, and obviously until it drops the body still thinks it’s pregnant and won’t initiate the regular cycles.
So we’re a tangible step closer to being able to try again. And that is a good thing.
But there’s still a new ache at having this final confirmation that the pregnancy is completely over. Obviously I knew that already. And I don’t want my body to think it’s pregnant when it isn’t. It’s not the same level of ache. It just marks the final physical end to this season and that makes me sad in a different kind of way.
I’ve entered a “read everything and try to remember all the things I know to be true” phase and I’m trying to keep track of things that jump out to. Maybe I’ll post some of them another time. At least I’m wanting to do something again.
I’ve also gone back on antidepressants as of Friday night, and have my first counseling session and spiritual care conversation this week.
It’s beginning to feel a little less dark. So I am grateful.