After an hour of crying and gnashing my teeth ...
"What's wrong with me? I'm a failure!" And Mr. Jem holding me saying, "No, it's not the end. You are pregnant! We need to wait until Monday."
...I came to my senses...
I AM PREGNANT!
My beta was 19 (not 18 as I stated yesterday). Dr. W didn't tell me to stop my meds. He told me the opposite. This is a pregnancy.
I did have some cramping last night, so I cancelled my plans for a longish road trip, a family visit today. Gonna take it easy, watch movies.
PUPO, man, PUPO!!
Update: You are right - not, PUPO, but PG - Pregnant. Period. IF has messed with my head so much that I'm just waiting for the other shoe (or beta) to drop. I know I'm not alone out there.