So our glorious plan was for me to visit my bro, giving time off from TTC and then get back in the saddle when I returned and start my next cycle. Well those frozen embies will now wait on ice a little longer.
In an ideal world this post would be my big, happy announcement to say that I'm finally pregnant. Hmmm, where does this mythical ideal world exist!?!
I returned from the visit to see my family and figured it should be just a couple of days then I'll be on Day 1 and can call the fertility clinic to start our FET cycle.
At this point, it's worth mentioning that my last period was odd, really odd! I bled for 3 more days than usual and then had about 10 days of spotting to follow. WTF!?! Oh well, I put it down to the stress of the visit and my body still adjusting after the IVF cycle.
So back to this week, Day 30 hits and still no period...strange, I usually have periods every 26 days or so. Time to POAS. Result = a BFP....woohoo :) Then my thoughts turn to "oh crap", what about all that booze I drank with my family, after all Hubbs was back at home so there was no chance of me being preggers that month...or so I thought. Day 31 and another POAS with a BFP. Now it was time to get excited, a little. Day 32 was a visit to the doc and a blood test which revealed HCG levels of 14,632...holy moly, that makes it about 6-7 weeks along. At last, some good news...or so I thought.
Today, Day 35 and this was the first of our ultrasound visits. Hubbs was getting all excited but I kept asking him to calm down, that I couldn't get excited until I saw our little bumble with my own eyes. The Ultrasound tech tried an abdominal scan and hunted around, nothing! Ok, maybe it's earlier than we thought, so she tried a trans-vaginal scan, still nothing, nada, zip!! Time to bring in the doctor. Doc arrives and says he is at a loss to know what is going on. Nothing adds up or makes sense. His best guess is a chemical pregnancy or perhaps on further investigation that little blob in my uterus is an empty sac waiting to discharge. Worse, maybe I am having an ectopic pregnancy; the HCG numbers taken so recently don't seem to make sense, he says.
Really....I mean, REALLY!?!
So now I sit here waiting to find out the results of the HCG test taken earlier today to see if the numbers have plummeted or are still high. In other words, now I want to hear low HCG numbers, now I want AF to knock on the door really loudly and I'll welcome her in with open arms. Yes, I want AF more than ever.
I don't remember ever saying that I liked rollercoasters so why am I on the longest, most unpredictable, scariest one ever built. It's ok, really, I'd like to get off now and leave the fairground. No, not even a candy cane or ice-cream can tempt me to stay. I want off, NOW!
So let's hope the numbers are low and AF shows up soon. Much better than the prospect of a laparoscopy, much much better. Fingers-crossed xx
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