My poor little arm....

I have gone for blood draws 3 times this week. I went Monday morning and got the call that my levels were at 154 and to come back Wednesday morning to do another round and see if they doubled. They did not. She said they went up to 196 from 134. I am not sure if Monday she meant 134 instead of 154 or if Wednesday she meant 154 instead of 134. I was too upset to call back and ask. But they told me to come back today to do another blood draw. It was scheduled for this morning but yesterday I called them and changed it to this afternoon while I was at lunch because I didn't want them to call me today. It has been a long week and I just didn't want to get anymore news. So I went today at about 1:00. I should hear something Monday. But as of right now, I am still pregnant. 5 weeks and 3 days. I am still really tired and sometimes feel sick. So I guess thats still a good thing. I don't know what I will do if they give me bad news Monday. I cried all evening and some of yesterday because of it. Jackson broke his arm Wednesday and I took him to the doctor yesterday and when we went to get the xray, I told the lady that I couldn't be in there with him. She asked if I was pregnant and I replied , "yes." But thought to myself that I didn't know how much longer and teared up. I will just lose it. We have wanted this baby for a very long time and it's not fair to take it away.

oh and if you read the part about Jackson breaking his arm. It's true. He was playing teacups like at Disney on a computer chair at his sitters. Well he fell off of the chair and must have fell on it the wrong way. He was fine Wednesday night. Not really any pain. Brad thought it was probably just sprained. Well the swelling never went down and so I called the doctors office and they got him in. We did the xray and while waiting for the doc to come back, I was just thinking that she would say it was sprained pretty bad and to wrap it. Well she came back in the room and said it was broke and would have to be casted. So off we went to the orthopedic hospital to get it casted. He picked out bright orange. Then Brad wanted him to come up to the shop. So I took him up there and all the guys signed his cast and Ed, the driver, even signed it too. He thought that was pretty cool. Oh and he told Amanda (his sitter) today that when he gets his cast off that he is going to break his arm again because his cast is cool. Sounds like I have a wild child on my hands. He has the cast for 4 weeks. But the doc said he can still play tball. So we'll see how that works out!