It would seem that I am knocked up, in a family way, with a bun in the oven, in other words, for only the second time in my life I am able to say that I am pregnant. Whew.
Beta is 98 and I go in for another blood draw on Friday. Right now, I am fighting mightily to enjoy this moment that Sweetie and I have worked so hard for and not think about everything that could happen (including what happened already). I will not worry about my beta doubling and I will so not begin to worry about the scan.
Oh, and I have to continue shooting myself in the ass. I have never been happier to agree to continue to stick large needles in my butt.
Thank you, each and everyone, commenters and lurkers alike for your best wishes and continuing good thoughts.