I started this blog a couple weeks ago, planning to write about my fertility journey thus far. I planned to make my first entry about my most recent IVF cycle, the one that ended in a miscarriage on September 12th. I was going to write about my preparations for a frozen embryo transfer scheduled for December, and I was going to move my blog forward from there.

That was the plan, but while I mulled over how to weave the past, present, and future together for my first post, I got some shocking news. Very shocking news, considering my infertility specialist told me I had a less than 1% chance of conceiving on my own.

I’m four weeks and six days pregnant.

Don’t get excited yet. The hCG numbers aren’t looking too promising. A woman under the care of an infertility doctor get blood tests every other day in early pregnancy to monitor  whether the amount of hCG is progressing appropriately. Mine isn’t. My first number was 23, which is low, but not terrible. A rule of thumb for a good second number is doubling the first number in 48 hours. So a good number for me would have been about 46. It was 31. The third blood test will give the best indication whether this is a viable pregnancy, and that appointment is in less than eight hours.

I wasn’t going to write about this surprising turn of events yet, but it could drag out for another week or two, or maybe even turn into something and continue for nine more months. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I finally decided to write about it because October 15th is Pregnancy- and Infant-loss Awareness Day, and, as cheesy as it sounds, I figured it’d be appropriate.

I’ll post the numbers soon.