Novel & Cerita Slow Rising Hcg Success Stories

“What do you mean I’m pregnant?. The nurse nodded gently. “You’re about a month along." “That’s impossible” Annie cried out, very much at a loss. “I haven’t been with a man in over a year and a half. Are you sure this is my result? She asked, her voice breaking. The nurse went over the file and checked the info again. “Yes, these are for you. Your HCG levels are what you’d see in the early stages of pregnancy. Here take a look” she said, passing the file to Annie. Before the nurse could hand it over, Annie snatched it from her and began to scan the pages. As her eyes went over the results, disbelief settled in that there was no mistake.

I picked it up and slipped it into my handbag. I turned to leave, but my eyes fell on the chair where I had been sitting earlier. I remembered the doctor's question. Are you sure you want to go through with this? At the time, I hadn't been able to answer. I had spent years desperately wanting a child, only to finally become pregnant at the exact moment when my marriage had fallen apart. It felt cruel. Almost like life was mocking me. I placed my hand over my stomach again. “I don't know what I'm doing,” I whispered.

*Wednesday | 8:15am | Blackwood Corp, 43rd Floor* Sophia had been sitting at her desk since 6am with a sealed envelope from Meridian Fertility Clinic that she had not yet opened, because once she opened it there would be no going back to the version of her life where she was only a CEO and not a woman with a problem she could not solve with money or lawyers. The nurse had called her yesterday and used that careful voice that doctors use when they are about to tell you something that will rearrange everything, and the nurse had said the words “HCG levels consistent with pregnancy” and “approximately 10 to 12 weeks gestation.”

"We've got the hCG levels back from the initial draw, Aria." I looked at the numbers. My breath hitched. The values were... weird. They weren't climbing the way they had with the twins. They were low. Too low. "Is something wrong?" I asked, my voice small. "Are they... is the development abnormal?" Luca stopped pacing, his entire body going rigid. "What does that mean?" The doctor, a woman who had seen me through every stage of my first pregnancy, looked from the paper to us, her brow furrowing. "I want to do another draw and a quick ultrasound. These numbers aren't making sense for the timeline we discussed."