If you have ever suffered the sorrow and confusion of a "chemical pregnancy", you may find comfort in a blog entry I made on the Hannah's Prayer blog, "Held" several days ago.
Just Four Weeks
I stared at the home pregnancy test in disbelief. Was that a second line? It was so faint I could barely see it. But…it was there. A phrase echoed in my mind – “a line is a line is a line.” I was pregnant! We had experienced two losses in the last year, and now I was one week out from my 40th birthday and one month out from family reunions on both sides of our family. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. I called my doctor and arranged for a blood test that day.
The call came that evening. My hcg level was eight.
Excuse me? Eight?
Just Four Weeks
I stared at the home pregnancy test in disbelief. Was that a second line? It was so faint I could barely see it. But…it was there. A phrase echoed in my mind – “a line is a line is a line.” I was pregnant! We had experienced two losses in the last year, and now I was one week out from my 40th birthday and one month out from family reunions on both sides of our family. The timing couldn’t be more perfect. I called my doctor and arranged for a blood test that day.
The call came that evening. My hcg level was eight.
Excuse me? Eight?
See the rest of the article at "Held."
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