It’s 5:49 am, and Noah is still sleeping. I hardly know what to do with myself!

Last night, we made the minor mistake of taking a toddler who had been up since 4 am out to dinner. He ate exactly one bite of broccoli, preferring to run out of our sight in the oddly shaped pizza place. When we cruelly forced him to either sit in a high chair or my lap, he buried his face in my shoulder and repeated “all done all done all done.”

In an effort to finish our own dinner, we let him run around again. He made a break for the area of the restaurant we couldn’t see. The moment I rounded the corner, I watched another overexcited 2 year old run up to him and whap him upside the head. Much to his mother’s mortification. (Noah didn’t seem bothered in the least.)

On the cute side of the equation, the 2 year old we were actually there with, Laurel, was incredibly sweet to Noah. He tolerated all her hugging quite nicely, once even returning it.

In other good news, the second beta came back. That’s 2 positive pregnancy blood tests!

For those of you keeping score at home, 15DPO was 296 and 17DPO was 714.

According to Dr Google, those numbers are more than double the average for a singleton pregnancy, but below the average for multiples. We are very cautiously optimistic that I’m just hormonal. I go back on Monday for another round of bloodwork.