Sorry, sorry! I know y'all don't like to wait.
I got my lab results yesterday and they were great! My beta HCG (or is it HCG beta?) was something like 4,300, and my progesterone was 30! Take that, oncologist who said the tumor and mild endo weren't impacting my fertility. I'm pregnant!
Thank you all for your prayers and good wishes. They mean so much to me, because you all mean so much to me!
The reason I'm running behind on keeping you up to date is that the day after my beautiful BFP, other parts of life got really tough. First, work. Remember how work is not the best for me? Well, the president of the company wrote to me last Wednesday to say that he knows I'm working with my supervisor on improving my performance, but my 2012 frontlist is "terrible" and if I don't improve by the end of Q1, I'll be terminated. Please note that I am off my goal, but barely. Barely. And he said I should be equivalent to all my colleagues, who have been doing this job for 5 years at the low end. I've been doing it for less than 2. I just hate him; he is such a jerk. So I have to have a meeting that's been scheduled for January 10th with my supervisor and the head of HR. Any time other colleagues have had meetings like this, the goals get set so absurdly high that they cannot meet them. And then they get fired. I've been having terrible insomnia because of this. The sad-but-funny thought that crossed my mind: if I announce my pregnancy at the end of my first trimester as people are wont to do (which is before the end of Q1), we'll get to see if the president has it in him to fire a pregnant woman. The last woman at my associate level who had a baby had her lists taken away from her, so she was basically demoted. I could live with being demoted, I guess, until baby comes. I just hate the continuous public and private humiliation that seems to be hand in hand with my job.
On Monday, I came home from work to find my kitty cat very sick. She was obviously not herself, and I was really distraught. Husband and I took her to the emergency vet that night, and they kept her for 24 hours. They never figured out what was causing her sickness (fever, dehydration, refusing food, lethargy) but she's doing better now, so they let me take her home. I have three different medicines to give her on three different time tables. One is a pill I have to get her to swallow. One is a pill I have to get her to swallow, and then ensure she has swallowed it by shooting 10mL of water into her mouth with a syringe. And one is a pill that I dissolve in 3mL of warm water, and then shoot that water into her mouth. Medicating a cat does not equal fun. She is 6 years old, not young, but not really old yet to my thinking either. Husband and I only adopted her last year, but she's basically been our fuzzyball sweetheart since she came home. I'm just not ready to lose her. She's not herself yet, but I hope she keeps improving.
So, BIG, HUGE Joy, followed by distressing circumstances. Husband commented that it seems like life is trying to overshadow the awesomeness we have right now, but we won't let it! We will hold onto this goodness!