One hundred. One hundred. Positive.
The nurse who called was the one who took my blood on that long-ago day three, who isn't one of Dr. Data's nurses but who was my guardian angel, sort of, all through the cycle—she called with my trigger and retreival instructions, too. I couldn't read her voice from her initial greeting. (She must do this a lot.)
They didn't have estrogen numbers at all, and only progesterone numbers from last week (the dinky lab here has to send just about everything out): 15 and 19, so they want me to up my 1/2 cc to a full 1 cc. They're happy with the beta number, and want me to retest in a week (December 27). Then we hope an ultrasound two weeks after that (January 10: where the hell will I be?! Stuck in a snowstorm in Nebraska?!)