At this point, I suppose I should be grateful for that one happy day over the weekend. Sunday was crap though with that light test...and another one this morning confirmed the cruel reality. In a stroke of luck, my clinic let me come in today for beta. I'm sure there will be a number. I don't know if I'm hoping for it to be so low that I can discontinue meds and move on, or if I'm hoping for a freaking Christmas miracle. Of course, you know, I'm hoping for the latter.
UPDATE: Beta came in at 26.9. Wow, lower than I thought. The nurse who called said it was a "low positive" and I told her about the decreasing lines on the HPT. She didn't seem so optimistic after that. I have to continue meds and go back Wednesday. This sucks.