I can’t even recall how I got here: IVF #4, FET #2. It’s like having Infertility-Alzheimer’s.
After a weekend of deep-thought and very little discussion between me and R, I decided to go with option number 3: injections. I figured it was time to call out the big guns and quit the screwing around with indecision. I’ve done injections before and since we’d treat an out-of-phase lining with injections anyway, I figured let’s go for the gold. So, on Monday morning I called the RE’s office to tell him that I had started my period on Sunday afternoon and waited for the return call. The nurse called a few hours later to let me know that the biopsy results hadn’t come in yet, so they would call back on Tuesday morning. On Tuesday, the RE calls me himself to say that he has good news and bad news. The good news? My instincts were right on. The bad news? My lining won’t sustain a pregnancy. Just fantastic, really. Just knowing that it was probably my body and not a genetic abnormality that made me lose the baby in February was enough to make me want to die. After all of this, my lining is probably the problem. Let’s see, how long have I been griping about my thin lining problem? (A quick scan of past posts reveals that the first time I mentioned a thin lining was on Monday, June 25 after my one cancelled and two completed IUI cycles.) I’m furious at myself for not requesting the biopsy a year ago. I’m frustrated that it took this long to get to where we are, only to have to worry about the same problem that I’ve been worrying about since the beginning. I’m upset because my body probably caused that baby to be miscarried, not ‘nature’.
So, after a brief discussion with the RE, we agreed that the injections are the best course of action. I asked the RE what he would prefer to do and he answered “the natural cycle”, but I’m just not up for that. We did too many unsuccessful natural cycles to be able to say it’s worth it right now. I need some results. I need some hope again. Trying a new treatment is the only way I’ll get that hope back. I need to see my body respond to SOMETHING.
And, right on time, while I’m spinning deeper and deeper into my own personal despair, R calls to tell me that his sister had her baby. Healthy and everything. It takes all my strength to not burst into tears right now. There are so many reasons why that news is just painful, but I think above all it’s because I feel as though he doesn’t even care to tell his family how hurt I am right now. He doesn’t bother to take the time to explain what life if like for us right now and so they end up thinking I’m the cold, distant, terrible daughter-in-law. They make a million and one excuses as to why I should have felt bad for R’s sister when she was trying but because I already have a child, I shouldn’t feel anything now that I’m infertile. God, life is a terrible, slow, evil torture lately.
I’m feeling so angry and annoyed these days. I’m so tired of people not realizing what they have, how freaking LUCKY they are to have the life that they do. I’m tired of people complaining about their good luck, about how awful it is to be pregnant. I’m tired of seeing people get what they want at the drop of a hat, or making a big deal of their little tiny two or three month struggle, and not even care how life goes on for people like me, suffering and struggling just to create another life. It's has been 25 months for me. I’m tired of the utter un-fairness of all of this. I deserve to be a mother again. I deserve it. And I may never have it.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Infertility testing as medieval torture.
Have you ever looked at a picture of medieval torture devices? If so, you may have recognized some of those instruments as appearing in your local REs office. I swear, the tools they use could only have been developed by a man. There’s no way a woman ever would have wanted to develop a ‘cervical skin grabber’ and unleash it onto her fellow women. I just refuse to believe it.
So my biopsy went as well as an internal, still-awake-for-the-entire-thing procedure could go. My cervix was being particularly petulant and had decided that it didn’t want to come out to play like a good little cervix. So the RE had to use this terrible ‘pin-it-down’ device which then led to having to use the ‘cervical skin grabber’ (and I swear these are his terms, not mine) to force my cervix open. Yes, force was used. And yes, it hurt as much as you might imagine. Probably more. I nearly jumped off the table, but the nurse came and grabbed my hand and the RE told me to count down from ten, which at least got my mind off it. A few little suctions with a catheter lately and I was a few endometrial cells lighter.
After our little biopsy party, the RE had me meet him in his office to discuss the options for next cycle. He really wants to do an unmedicated, natural cycle so he can see what my body does after being on fertility drugs for almost a year. I’m not so keen on that option, but he seems sold on it. I’m still gunning for trying to replicate our September cycle where the lining got to 7.5mm, but even with that, he wants to try it with no estrogen. Once again, we differ. My body just doesn’t process estrogen the way it used to, so I’m thinking giving it that little extra boost with the Femara might be all that it needs to get that lining fat and then we can concentrate on getting it trilaminar. Decision, decisions. You know, it just should not have to take this much thought to get pregnant. It just shouldn’t. So, the options are as follows:
1. Do a natural, unmedicated cycle using only an OPK to time the blood work and ultrasounds. When I get my first peak reading, get blood work done to measure progesterone and other hormones (possibly estrogen and LH) and then once the progesterone gets to a certain level, schedule the transfer. Get pregnant.
2. Assist ovulation with letrizole (Femara, taken for five days) to force my body to make more follicles thereby making all those follicles make extra estrogen with the hope that it makes a nice thick lining early in my cycle; add extra estrogen for five days after ending the Femara to keep the estrogen-train going and hopefully getting that lining nice and thick. Induce ovulation, monitor with a few blood tests to make sure progesterone is high enough and schedule the transfer. Get pregnant.
3. Use injectable medications to perform the same task as the Femara, but at a higher, more potent doseage (not as high as an IVF cycle, but higher and more reliable than Femara). Do this with the hopes that all the extra follicles will make natural estrogen and a thicker lining. Induce ovulation, monitor with a few blood tests to make sure progesterone is high enough and schedule the transfer. Get pregnant.
4. Give up all hopes of ever having another child and get on with my life.
Right now, I’m leaning towards number 2, with number 4 as a strong back-up.
The RE wants me to take the weekend to think about it. In the meantime, he’s going to wait for the biopsy results. Which, of course, could change everything. Good results would throw me into choosing between number 1 and number 2. Bad results would force me to consider option 3 or 4.
Decisions, decisions.
So my biopsy went as well as an internal, still-awake-for-the-entire-thing procedure could go. My cervix was being particularly petulant and had decided that it didn’t want to come out to play like a good little cervix. So the RE had to use this terrible ‘pin-it-down’ device which then led to having to use the ‘cervical skin grabber’ (and I swear these are his terms, not mine) to force my cervix open. Yes, force was used. And yes, it hurt as much as you might imagine. Probably more. I nearly jumped off the table, but the nurse came and grabbed my hand and the RE told me to count down from ten, which at least got my mind off it. A few little suctions with a catheter lately and I was a few endometrial cells lighter.
After our little biopsy party, the RE had me meet him in his office to discuss the options for next cycle. He really wants to do an unmedicated, natural cycle so he can see what my body does after being on fertility drugs for almost a year. I’m not so keen on that option, but he seems sold on it. I’m still gunning for trying to replicate our September cycle where the lining got to 7.5mm, but even with that, he wants to try it with no estrogen. Once again, we differ. My body just doesn’t process estrogen the way it used to, so I’m thinking giving it that little extra boost with the Femara might be all that it needs to get that lining fat and then we can concentrate on getting it trilaminar. Decision, decisions. You know, it just should not have to take this much thought to get pregnant. It just shouldn’t. So, the options are as follows:
1. Do a natural, unmedicated cycle using only an OPK to time the blood work and ultrasounds. When I get my first peak reading, get blood work done to measure progesterone and other hormones (possibly estrogen and LH) and then once the progesterone gets to a certain level, schedule the transfer. Get pregnant.
2. Assist ovulation with letrizole (Femara, taken for five days) to force my body to make more follicles thereby making all those follicles make extra estrogen with the hope that it makes a nice thick lining early in my cycle; add extra estrogen for five days after ending the Femara to keep the estrogen-train going and hopefully getting that lining nice and thick. Induce ovulation, monitor with a few blood tests to make sure progesterone is high enough and schedule the transfer. Get pregnant.
3. Use injectable medications to perform the same task as the Femara, but at a higher, more potent doseage (not as high as an IVF cycle, but higher and more reliable than Femara). Do this with the hopes that all the extra follicles will make natural estrogen and a thicker lining. Induce ovulation, monitor with a few blood tests to make sure progesterone is high enough and schedule the transfer. Get pregnant.
4. Give up all hopes of ever having another child and get on with my life.
Right now, I’m leaning towards number 2, with number 4 as a strong back-up.
The RE wants me to take the weekend to think about it. In the meantime, he’s going to wait for the biopsy results. Which, of course, could change everything. Good results would throw me into choosing between number 1 and number 2. Bad results would force me to consider option 3 or 4.
Decisions, decisions.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Cancelled and holding.
After giving it the ‘old college try’ (as one nurse put it), my RE cancelled this FET cycle. Talk about a blow to my psyche. It’s awful to be on the receiving end of a cancelled cycle. Actually, awful isn’t even a strong enough word. Ugh. I’m just SO tired of all of this IVF stuff. I’m trying every day to just hang in there a little longer. As though it will get better. I wish with all my heart that I just KNEW it was going to work and we’d end up with a baby. It would make all of this torture worth it, if I just knew the outcome would be worth it. Why does everyone else seem so damned sure that it’s going to work for us? What do they see that I DON’T?
The RE was so puzzled as to what was happening that he wanted to see me face-to-face rather than breaking the news about cancelling the cycle to me over the phone. It’s admirable, but I’m sick of going to that office just to get more bad news. We’ve decided to try an endometrial biopsy to see if we can figure out what my lining looks like up close, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s not going to be good news. I’ve looked and looked (online) about how to treat a lining that ‘fails’ an endometrial biopsy but there’s very little information out there. I asked the RE what he would do to treat it if it’s out-of-phase (which is a failed test result) and he said something about injectibles and FSH. That confuses me because they usually use FSH to stimulate your ovaries. I’ve taken it in the past for my two (FAILED) IVF cycles, and it didn’t do jack for my lining. Sure, it makes me produce more eggs than a chicken, but it doesn’t fix my lining issues.
In the meantime, R and I have decided to go forward with one more attempt with this RE. We have an appointment with another RE for a second opinion on April 28; I got the intake forms last night from the new office and I was completely intimidated by the packet. There’s so much information that they ask for; it’s hard because my doctor already knows all of this information. Is it really going to benefit me to go over all this again with a new doctor? It’s such a hard decision.
My current RE and I discussed what we should do with the next cycle. I remembered that my lining got to 7.4mm in September when I was using the Femara, but looking back over my chart, the RE discovered that was also the only time my lining didn’t achieve the triple stripe appearance it needs to be viable for a transfer. So it appears as if I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Still, he agreed that we could try to mimic that cycle and see if I respond the same way. We just have to make sure that I don’t ovulate prematurely.
Just another day in IVF paradise.
The RE was so puzzled as to what was happening that he wanted to see me face-to-face rather than breaking the news about cancelling the cycle to me over the phone. It’s admirable, but I’m sick of going to that office just to get more bad news. We’ve decided to try an endometrial biopsy to see if we can figure out what my lining looks like up close, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it’s not going to be good news. I’ve looked and looked (online) about how to treat a lining that ‘fails’ an endometrial biopsy but there’s very little information out there. I asked the RE what he would do to treat it if it’s out-of-phase (which is a failed test result) and he said something about injectibles and FSH. That confuses me because they usually use FSH to stimulate your ovaries. I’ve taken it in the past for my two (FAILED) IVF cycles, and it didn’t do jack for my lining. Sure, it makes me produce more eggs than a chicken, but it doesn’t fix my lining issues.
In the meantime, R and I have decided to go forward with one more attempt with this RE. We have an appointment with another RE for a second opinion on April 28; I got the intake forms last night from the new office and I was completely intimidated by the packet. There’s so much information that they ask for; it’s hard because my doctor already knows all of this information. Is it really going to benefit me to go over all this again with a new doctor? It’s such a hard decision.
My current RE and I discussed what we should do with the next cycle. I remembered that my lining got to 7.4mm in September when I was using the Femara, but looking back over my chart, the RE discovered that was also the only time my lining didn’t achieve the triple stripe appearance it needs to be viable for a transfer. So it appears as if I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Still, he agreed that we could try to mimic that cycle and see if I respond the same way. We just have to make sure that I don’t ovulate prematurely.
Just another day in IVF paradise.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
How many times can you get to the edge of giving up?
The ultrasound this morning went terribly. My lining was only up to 3mm. I can't remember a single cycle where it was that thin 14 days after my period. I have no idea what the hell is happening to my body anymore, but I'm just not responding to the oral Estrace right now. They would expect to see my lining around 7.5mm or so right now and I'm not even half of that. Not even half. I feel so hopeless and lost. I'm starting to lose faith that this is ever going to work for us. It seems like every time I get the faintest sense of hope and healing, it comes crashing down. My body is just betraying me at every turn.
For the first time ever I really felt like I should simply give up. I don't want to but I don't see a way out of this hell any longer. We've been at this for two years now. And the only thing we've gotten is heartache and bad news. I've let my family down, I've let myself down. I feel like I only have myself to blame at this point. It's my body that's causing all this pain and suffering.
It amazes me every day how fertility-centric this world is. Leaving my house has become an obstacle course of fertility avoidance. The supermarket is the worst minefield imaginable. Today at the checkout line a woman was telling the very young cashier that she would 'regret not having a second child' someday. The cashier said 'Everytime I see a little baby come in here I think I want another one, but I know that's just crazy!" and laughs. I wanted to burst into tears. I wish I knew that my body would work one day and that I would have the option to have another one. But it's looking more and more like that's never going to be.
Why is this so impossibly hard? Why do I have to feel this way every day of my life? Why can't this just go my way for once? I just want a baby. Why is that too much to ask?
For the first time ever I really felt like I should simply give up. I don't want to but I don't see a way out of this hell any longer. We've been at this for two years now. And the only thing we've gotten is heartache and bad news. I've let my family down, I've let myself down. I feel like I only have myself to blame at this point. It's my body that's causing all this pain and suffering.
It amazes me every day how fertility-centric this world is. Leaving my house has become an obstacle course of fertility avoidance. The supermarket is the worst minefield imaginable. Today at the checkout line a woman was telling the very young cashier that she would 'regret not having a second child' someday. The cashier said 'Everytime I see a little baby come in here I think I want another one, but I know that's just crazy!" and laughs. I wanted to burst into tears. I wish I knew that my body would work one day and that I would have the option to have another one. But it's looking more and more like that's never going to be.
Why is this so impossibly hard? Why do I have to feel this way every day of my life? Why can't this just go my way for once? I just want a baby. Why is that too much to ask?
Monday, March 17, 2008
FET to be.
I'm finally starting to feel like I'm on the road to healing. It's been a terrible road. Worse than I could have imagined, but I'm starting to feel better about life. It probably helps that I finally got my period and have started my medications again in preparation for the FET. My first ultrasound for this cycle is on March 22 and if all goes well, I could be having the transfer as early as next week. Holy cow. It’s been a long time coming, man.
E is having surgery on Thursday morning. He’s getting his tonsils and adenoids out and tubes put in. I’m so very nervous for him, but I know in my heart it’s what is best for him. He’s been unhealthy for so long and I feel like this could give him a jump start to a healthier life. The fevers have been going on for so long, it makes me worry about what may happen to him later in life. What if all these fevers affect his fertility some day? My heart would break for him if he and his future partner ever have to go through what we’ve gone through to bring him a sibling. It shouldn’t be this hard for a child to be born. It just shouldn’t.
He’s been such an amazing little man the past few weeks. I feel like he’s coming into his own personality and once in a while I’ll just sit and watch him. I wonder how he’s going to take to being a big brother when the time comes. I wonder if I screwed it all up by waiting so long between children. I wonder a lot of things.
I’ve been trying so hard to keep a sunny disposition about all of this. I know it’s going to work again. I have to believe that in my heart because if I don’t, the days seem endless and all hope leaves me. Life will get better. I just have to keep moving, keep reaching for that goal. This baby wants to be born.
E is having surgery on Thursday morning. He’s getting his tonsils and adenoids out and tubes put in. I’m so very nervous for him, but I know in my heart it’s what is best for him. He’s been unhealthy for so long and I feel like this could give him a jump start to a healthier life. The fevers have been going on for so long, it makes me worry about what may happen to him later in life. What if all these fevers affect his fertility some day? My heart would break for him if he and his future partner ever have to go through what we’ve gone through to bring him a sibling. It shouldn’t be this hard for a child to be born. It just shouldn’t.
He’s been such an amazing little man the past few weeks. I feel like he’s coming into his own personality and once in a while I’ll just sit and watch him. I wonder how he’s going to take to being a big brother when the time comes. I wonder if I screwed it all up by waiting so long between children. I wonder a lot of things.
I’ve been trying so hard to keep a sunny disposition about all of this. I know it’s going to work again. I have to believe that in my heart because if I don’t, the days seem endless and all hope leaves me. Life will get better. I just have to keep moving, keep reaching for that goal. This baby wants to be born.
Sunday, March 2, 2008
Paralyzed
It's been a while since I've posted. The past few weeks have been some of the worst times of my life. After all that joy of finally getting pregnant, the pain of having a loss has been worse than I thought possible. I feel paralyzed by pain and I can't snap out of it. I know this is the normal part of grieving but it doesn't make it any easier to deal with. I got to see my baby when they finally had to remove it from my body by force. Even though it was dead and gone, I still felt so happy to see it. I was glad to see that something was really growing in there, something had been fighting to survive and just couldn't muster the strength to stay with me on this earth. It breaks my heart to think that my body wasn't strong enough to help it along.
I feel broken. More than just infertile-broken. It goes deeper than that. I feel like I want to run away and crawl into a hole. Nothing feels right. I spend my days feeling numb and angry and hurt. I wish I knew what I had done to deserve all of this. It feels like a punishment and I don't know the crime. I hate the bitterness most of all. I think thoughts that are rotten and mean, but the pain that I'm feeling won't go away and that bitterness is the only thing that keeps on coming. R doesn't even know what to say to me anymore and so he ignores it and keeps going on with his day.
As if all of this pain and suffering weren't enough, I've been put on hold by the RE. I think, no, I know that's what's making me feel worse. I can't sit still like this without practically collapsing in grief. The only way I can ignore how I've been feeling for the past 25 months of trying to conceive is to keep moving toward that elusive goal of bringing another baby into this world. Once I stop that forward movement, I die inside. The burden is too great. And now I'm at the mercy of my unreliable body once again. I have no faith in my body anymore and I'm at it's mercy.
I wish I could embrace this break and relax. I wish I could find a way to heal that will help me move on. I just don't know how anymore. It's too raw. Images of fertility, pregnancy, babies and all the things I can't have are constantly around me and the second I think I've gotten skin that's thick enough, it finds a way to ambush me and tear my wall down again. I don't know how to heal except to succeed. And that's feeling further and further away.
I feel broken. More than just infertile-broken. It goes deeper than that. I feel like I want to run away and crawl into a hole. Nothing feels right. I spend my days feeling numb and angry and hurt. I wish I knew what I had done to deserve all of this. It feels like a punishment and I don't know the crime. I hate the bitterness most of all. I think thoughts that are rotten and mean, but the pain that I'm feeling won't go away and that bitterness is the only thing that keeps on coming. R doesn't even know what to say to me anymore and so he ignores it and keeps going on with his day.
As if all of this pain and suffering weren't enough, I've been put on hold by the RE. I think, no, I know that's what's making me feel worse. I can't sit still like this without practically collapsing in grief. The only way I can ignore how I've been feeling for the past 25 months of trying to conceive is to keep moving toward that elusive goal of bringing another baby into this world. Once I stop that forward movement, I die inside. The burden is too great. And now I'm at the mercy of my unreliable body once again. I have no faith in my body anymore and I'm at it's mercy.
I wish I could embrace this break and relax. I wish I could find a way to heal that will help me move on. I just don't know how anymore. It's too raw. Images of fertility, pregnancy, babies and all the things I can't have are constantly around me and the second I think I've gotten skin that's thick enough, it finds a way to ambush me and tear my wall down again. I don't know how to heal except to succeed. And that's feeling further and further away.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Moving forward.
This past week has been such a whirlwind, I don't even know where to begin.
I lost the baby. No, that's not true. I know where my baby is, but it's just not with me anymore. It's not lost. It was taken from me by some strange, cruel force that I couldn't stop. And so, the pregnancy ended. My baby is just gone. And now I'll have no new birthday to celebrate. No first cry to hear, praying for a healthy baby, hoping to see ten fingers, ten toes. None of it.
R and I met with the doctor on Wednesday and saw what was left of the pregnancy on the ultrasound. The doctor confirmed that the pregnancy was no longer viable, but it was so strangely comforting to see that little, tiny, non-functioning sac. I don't know how to explain it, but it still made me happy to see it. I still felt so connected to it, even though I knew it wasn't really alive anymore. It was just proof-positive that I was actually pregnant. That after 23 months of trying to create a life, we did it, even if it was only for a few weeks or even days.
The whole appointment was such a bizarre experience. At first the doctor didn't even know why we were there. It wasn't until I told HIM that I was pregnant, but with low betas, that he understood why we were there in the first place. In the end, he was so embarrassed that his staff had dropped the ball that he gave us his personal cell phone number and told us to call at anytime over the next few days. A few things were still left up in the air, so because we were leaving right for R's grandmother's funeral the RE gave us a basic plan for the next few days. He was wary of letting me sit in a car for five hours, given my shoulder pain and incomplete diagnosis, so he actually hand-wrote a note to give to any doctor should I need medical attention during the time we were in NY. He was worried that the ultrasound may have missed something and that I would end up in the ER with a problem. Here's what he wrote, in near-perfect handwriting and on a yellow sticky-note with a perky little girl riding a scooter at the bottom. Very professional...:
(At the top he wrote my name and date of birth, neither of which I feel like divulging here...)
IVF pregnancy
Retrieval date 1/8/08
By above, 6w1d on 2/6/08
U/S on 2/6/08
- small collapsed sac in the uterus
- NO FF or adnexal mass
Betas
1/23/08 35 miu/ml
1/25/08 85 "
1/28/08 217 "
2/4/08 421 "
And then he signed it, on top of the perky scooter-girl.
So, there you have it. My chart laid out on one yellow-sticky note, complete with perky scooter girl. I did some searching on the "No FF or adnexal mass" line and found that FF means 'free fluid' and the adnexal mass means he couldn't find evidence of an ectopic pregnancy. They did have me run my fifth beta (I think I'm going for a record here) and when he called on Thursday afternoon he told me it was in the 300's. E was screaming in the background, so I didn't catch the exact number. But, I did catch that he was still concerned that it was so high, considering that the baby had already died. Then, late Thursday night I started bleeding. And it was official. At 6 weeks, 2 days my baby was leaving.
I called the doctor on Friday morning to give him the latest news and he was glad to hear that my body was taking care of this 'naturally'. Don't get me wrong, I am glad that I didn't have to have yet another uncomfortable experience in the RE's office. It's still just so wrong, natural or otherwise. But, he said that it's possible that because my body is taking over, the beta levels could drop low by Monday and we'll be cleared for another cycle sooner than we thought. Another cycle.
God. Another cycle. I am so torn about another cycle. We'll be using our frozen embryos this time around, but I hate to say that I don't have much hope in these frozen ones. We've been having such a terrible time with embryo quality that I don't know if they'll survive the thawing process. The RE gave me some speech about how the lab insists on the best quality for the embryos they freeze and all that, but it bothers me that we've already lost 10 day five embryos the first cycle because of deterioration and then lost an additional two more day three embryos the second cycle.
There's nothing we can do to improve embryo quality, so that part of it is out of our hands. As the doctors have told us, it's a matter of odds at this point. We just have to keep moving forward and eventually, we'll get pregnant again. Eventually, the odds have to swing in our favor. It just might kill us in the process, that's all.
I lost the baby. No, that's not true. I know where my baby is, but it's just not with me anymore. It's not lost. It was taken from me by some strange, cruel force that I couldn't stop. And so, the pregnancy ended. My baby is just gone. And now I'll have no new birthday to celebrate. No first cry to hear, praying for a healthy baby, hoping to see ten fingers, ten toes. None of it.
R and I met with the doctor on Wednesday and saw what was left of the pregnancy on the ultrasound. The doctor confirmed that the pregnancy was no longer viable, but it was so strangely comforting to see that little, tiny, non-functioning sac. I don't know how to explain it, but it still made me happy to see it. I still felt so connected to it, even though I knew it wasn't really alive anymore. It was just proof-positive that I was actually pregnant. That after 23 months of trying to create a life, we did it, even if it was only for a few weeks or even days.
The whole appointment was such a bizarre experience. At first the doctor didn't even know why we were there. It wasn't until I told HIM that I was pregnant, but with low betas, that he understood why we were there in the first place. In the end, he was so embarrassed that his staff had dropped the ball that he gave us his personal cell phone number and told us to call at anytime over the next few days. A few things were still left up in the air, so because we were leaving right for R's grandmother's funeral the RE gave us a basic plan for the next few days. He was wary of letting me sit in a car for five hours, given my shoulder pain and incomplete diagnosis, so he actually hand-wrote a note to give to any doctor should I need medical attention during the time we were in NY. He was worried that the ultrasound may have missed something and that I would end up in the ER with a problem. Here's what he wrote, in near-perfect handwriting and on a yellow sticky-note with a perky little girl riding a scooter at the bottom. Very professional...:
(At the top he wrote my name and date of birth, neither of which I feel like divulging here...)
IVF pregnancy
Retrieval date 1/8/08
By above, 6w1d on 2/6/08
U/S on 2/6/08
- small collapsed sac in the uterus
- NO FF or adnexal mass
Betas
1/23/08 35 miu/ml
1/25/08 85 "
1/28/08 217 "
2/4/08 421 "
And then he signed it, on top of the perky scooter-girl.
So, there you have it. My chart laid out on one yellow-sticky note, complete with perky scooter girl. I did some searching on the "No FF or adnexal mass" line and found that FF means 'free fluid' and the adnexal mass means he couldn't find evidence of an ectopic pregnancy. They did have me run my fifth beta (I think I'm going for a record here) and when he called on Thursday afternoon he told me it was in the 300's. E was screaming in the background, so I didn't catch the exact number. But, I did catch that he was still concerned that it was so high, considering that the baby had already died. Then, late Thursday night I started bleeding. And it was official. At 6 weeks, 2 days my baby was leaving.
I called the doctor on Friday morning to give him the latest news and he was glad to hear that my body was taking care of this 'naturally'. Don't get me wrong, I am glad that I didn't have to have yet another uncomfortable experience in the RE's office. It's still just so wrong, natural or otherwise. But, he said that it's possible that because my body is taking over, the beta levels could drop low by Monday and we'll be cleared for another cycle sooner than we thought. Another cycle.
God. Another cycle. I am so torn about another cycle. We'll be using our frozen embryos this time around, but I hate to say that I don't have much hope in these frozen ones. We've been having such a terrible time with embryo quality that I don't know if they'll survive the thawing process. The RE gave me some speech about how the lab insists on the best quality for the embryos they freeze and all that, but it bothers me that we've already lost 10 day five embryos the first cycle because of deterioration and then lost an additional two more day three embryos the second cycle.
There's nothing we can do to improve embryo quality, so that part of it is out of our hands. As the doctors have told us, it's a matter of odds at this point. We just have to keep moving forward and eventually, we'll get pregnant again. Eventually, the odds have to swing in our favor. It just might kill us in the process, that's all.
Saturday, February 9, 2008
From the deepest place I grieve...
This old familiar craving
I've been here before, this way of behaving
Don't know who the hell I'm saving anymore
Let it pass, let it go, let it leave
From the deepest place I grieve
This time I believe
I can let go of it
Though it takes all the strength in me
And all the world can see
I'm losing such a central part of me
I can let go of it
-- Peter Gabriel
I've been here before, this way of behaving
Don't know who the hell I'm saving anymore
Let it pass, let it go, let it leave
From the deepest place I grieve
This time I believe
I can let go of it
Though it takes all the strength in me
And all the world can see
I'm losing such a central part of me
I can let go of it
-- Peter Gabriel
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
How can you go lower than low?
We got a call last night from R's father that his maternal grandmother has died. She's been sick for quite a while, but R was close with her and it's been a second hard blow in just a few days. We have our doctor's appointment this afternoon at 1:30pm and we're still not sure what he's going to say either. It's just a mess right now. It's never the right time to have a miscarriage, but this just adds one more terrible layer to everything we're going through right now.
I won't even bother saying it couldn't get much worse because it could. I just pray that it doesn't.
I won't even bother saying it couldn't get much worse because it could. I just pray that it doesn't.
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
That sound you hear is my heart breaking.
So, here I am, one day after getting our not-so-good-news. I'm still so depressed about all of this. R and I were able to get the appointment moved to tomorrow at 1:30pm which is probably for the best. I found out from the RE's scheduler that they will do an ultrasound tomorrow to see what is going on, but at this point I know that they won't find the babies there anymore. I'm still having the on and off pain in my shoulder that I've been having for a few weeks. That makes me even less hopeful, but there's nothing I can do about it at this point. I just pray it isn't an ectopic pregnancy. I pray that they can keep my body intact so that I might have some chance of ever getting pregnant again, even after this mess.
I find it hard to function. My eyes are so swollen that they hurt. And in the midst of all this, I have to find a way to stop thinking about the pregnancy symptoms I'm still having. My boobs are still sore, my belly is still bloated, I'm still pregnant. I never thought that word would cause me so much pain. It's painful to think that my babies are still in there, but just not growing normally. It kills me to think that they will never be 'real' children. I'll never get to hold them or see them. They were my children for two weeks. And soon they'll be gone.
I find it hard to function. My eyes are so swollen that they hurt. And in the midst of all this, I have to find a way to stop thinking about the pregnancy symptoms I'm still having. My boobs are still sore, my belly is still bloated, I'm still pregnant. I never thought that word would cause me so much pain. It's painful to think that my babies are still in there, but just not growing normally. It kills me to think that they will never be 'real' children. I'll never get to hold them or see them. They were my children for two weeks. And soon they'll be gone.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Falling to pieces
The beta news is not good. The numbers only doubled to 421 as of this morning. That's a doubling time of over 7 days. Not good at all. At this point, they should still be doubling every two to three days and mine obviously aren't. There's no delicate way of saying it, but I'm going to lose the babies. With numbers this low and not even close to doubling, there isn't much hope that this pregnancy can be saved. The next step is for the RE is figure out if this is an ectopic pregnancy or a blighted ovum. God, I hate both of those terms. They're so damn final. I'm worried it's an ectopic because of the shoulder pains I've been having on and off. If it is, then it's a bad situation made worse; if the baby has grown too big, they may have to take my tubes in order to prevent them from rupturing. Which would put me in the IVF boat pretty much forever.
I've spent the night crying and just generally feeling awful about my life. I can't believe this is how this is going to end. I guess I knew in my heart there was something not quite right about all of this. I was trying so hard to be hopeful and concentrate on being happy that I was pregnant again, but there was a small voice that kept making me hold back and apparently this is what it was.
R is trying to look at the bright side, which is his nature. He keeps saying that we were the closest we've ever been before but that's no consolation to me right now. He's trying, but it hurts to think of what we could have had if only my body was not completely screwed up.
The hardest part is thinking that as of right now, I'm still pregnant. And that the doctors have to find a way for my babies to leave my body. I am just falling to pieces. I thought that my heart couldn't break any more than it has with IVF and here I am, falling into a million pieces.
I've spent the night crying and just generally feeling awful about my life. I can't believe this is how this is going to end. I guess I knew in my heart there was something not quite right about all of this. I was trying so hard to be hopeful and concentrate on being happy that I was pregnant again, but there was a small voice that kept making me hold back and apparently this is what it was.
R is trying to look at the bright side, which is his nature. He keeps saying that we were the closest we've ever been before but that's no consolation to me right now. He's trying, but it hurts to think of what we could have had if only my body was not completely screwed up.
The hardest part is thinking that as of right now, I'm still pregnant. And that the doctors have to find a way for my babies to leave my body. I am just falling to pieces. I thought that my heart couldn't break any more than it has with IVF and here I am, falling into a million pieces.
Beta, take four
Here it is, Beta number four. I’ve been looking forward to this day for a week now and just like before, I’m already a nervous wreck. I’d really like to see the numbers in the 4,000 range, but I know that 2,500 would be norm. R thinks that they’ll be in the 30,000 range. I’m not sure what he’s smoking, but if it’s that high, I’ll do a back-flip right here in my office.
I’m finally off the antibiotics. It’s nice to be reduced to only two medications a day again, the Estrace and Prometrium suppositories. Part of me can’t wait to get off those last two as well, but I won’t say that because you only go off them this early for one reason: when the pregnancy is going to fail. So, right now I’ll happily stay on them. No complaints here.
Speaking of pregnancy, I really hope I’m not jNaerumping the gun here, but I can honestly say that I’m already starting to show. Holy COW. It’s just so early! By the end of the day my pants are a wee-bit too tight and I can’t wait to get home to change into my stretchy yoga pants again.
I really hope that somehow I’m able to memorize this pregnancy more than I was able to with E. It’s amazing how fast you forget how it feels to have that little one poking around in there. I enjoyed every minute when I was pregnant with E, but it still slips the mind so fast. This time around, I’m taking more pictures of myself big and pregnant. I thought I took enough the first time around and when I was going through IVF it was so nice to look at them and remember that I actually DID get pregnant before. This time I want to make it last as long as possible. Goodness knows if I’ll get to do this a third time.
I’m finally off the antibiotics. It’s nice to be reduced to only two medications a day again, the Estrace and Prometrium suppositories. Part of me can’t wait to get off those last two as well, but I won’t say that because you only go off them this early for one reason: when the pregnancy is going to fail. So, right now I’ll happily stay on them. No complaints here.
Speaking of pregnancy, I really hope I’m not jNaerumping the gun here, but I can honestly say that I’m already starting to show. Holy COW. It’s just so early! By the end of the day my pants are a wee-bit too tight and I can’t wait to get home to change into my stretchy yoga pants again.
I really hope that somehow I’m able to memorize this pregnancy more than I was able to with E. It’s amazing how fast you forget how it feels to have that little one poking around in there. I enjoyed every minute when I was pregnant with E, but it still slips the mind so fast. This time around, I’m taking more pictures of myself big and pregnant. I thought I took enough the first time around and when I was going through IVF it was so nice to look at them and remember that I actually DID get pregnant before. This time I want to make it last as long as possible. Goodness knows if I’ll get to do this a third time.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Afterglow.
I'm still basking in the glow of that lovely, lovely positive test. It was such a gamble to take that darned thing. I ran the risk of those damned lines being light again and considering how terrible I felt yesterday, I wasn't sure I could stand the sight of light lines. But there they were. Nice and dark. It's amazing how that can lift your spirits.
I think I'm actually starting to feel better, although that may be just my warped, hopeful imagination. I still have the pain in my jaw and my cheekbone, but I don't feel nearly as run-down as I did yesterday. Then again, give me a few hours and I might be singing a different tune.
The lingering doubts about my low numbers and the fear about what I'll see on 2/14 are still there, but I'm doing my very best to ignore and block them out. I know I keep harping on it, but it's just so scary to think that I might be building myself up just for a terrible let down. Every day that goes by is one more day that I'm getting attached to the little one poking around in there and that sort of bugs me. I want to stay strong and not let it bother me, but it creeps into my mind at wierd times. Like this morning, I was standing in our staff lunch room thumbing through a store flyer when I came across an ad for some cheapie baby bed linens. It suddenly hit me that I'm going to have to buy that stuff again. It's been five YEARS since I've had to think about bed linens, but I'm going to have to eventually. I'm going to do it all over again. Finally.
I think I'm still just holding back until I see something encouraging on that ultrasound. In fact, I know I'm holding back. Then again, after all the crap I've had to go through to get to this point, who can really blame me? Part of me wants to just jump right in with both feet, but there's some part of me that's not letting me. I really, really hope that's just a protective mechanism and not some terrible forecast...
I can, however, say that any pregnancy symptoms I've been having are so much lighter than what I had with E. I remember my breasts being really tender and sore early on and so far I haven't really had that. They've definitely started to get bigger (one lovely perk of pregnancy!), but they aren't as sore as I thought they would be. I also remember getting sick with E right at 6 weeks pregnant. It was the only time I threw up so I remember it vividly and so far, other than a few near-gagging sessions, nothing in that area. Perhaps it's all another side-effect of the lower numbers?
I think I'm actually starting to feel better, although that may be just my warped, hopeful imagination. I still have the pain in my jaw and my cheekbone, but I don't feel nearly as run-down as I did yesterday. Then again, give me a few hours and I might be singing a different tune.
The lingering doubts about my low numbers and the fear about what I'll see on 2/14 are still there, but I'm doing my very best to ignore and block them out. I know I keep harping on it, but it's just so scary to think that I might be building myself up just for a terrible let down. Every day that goes by is one more day that I'm getting attached to the little one poking around in there and that sort of bugs me. I want to stay strong and not let it bother me, but it creeps into my mind at wierd times. Like this morning, I was standing in our staff lunch room thumbing through a store flyer when I came across an ad for some cheapie baby bed linens. It suddenly hit me that I'm going to have to buy that stuff again. It's been five YEARS since I've had to think about bed linens, but I'm going to have to eventually. I'm going to do it all over again. Finally.
I think I'm still just holding back until I see something encouraging on that ultrasound. In fact, I know I'm holding back. Then again, after all the crap I've had to go through to get to this point, who can really blame me? Part of me wants to just jump right in with both feet, but there's some part of me that's not letting me. I really, really hope that's just a protective mechanism and not some terrible forecast...
I can, however, say that any pregnancy symptoms I've been having are so much lighter than what I had with E. I remember my breasts being really tender and sore early on and so far I haven't really had that. They've definitely started to get bigger (one lovely perk of pregnancy!), but they aren't as sore as I thought they would be. I also remember getting sick with E right at 6 weeks pregnant. It was the only time I threw up so I remember it vividly and so far, other than a few near-gagging sessions, nothing in that area. Perhaps it's all another side-effect of the lower numbers?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I broke my own rules.
I needed a pick-me-up.
And I am basking in the afterglow of two lines. Boy, I never thought one little pregnancy test could cheer me up so very much.
And I am basking in the afterglow of two lines. Boy, I never thought one little pregnancy test could cheer me up so very much.
Pregnant, pregnant, pregnant... repeat after me.
After reading J and A's comments about the antibiotics I decided to just call my doctor and get an appointment to see her. I've been on the eyrthromycin for four days and I still have a ton of pain in my jaw and cheekbones so it's time to get this thing gone.
As of today I am officially 5 weeks pregnant. It's nice to think that I get some pregnancy-credit for the two weeks of hell I went through after the retrieval. My due date is September 30 if this is a singleton and September 9 if both embryos are in there. Right now I'm feeling like there's only one baby, but you just never know. Truth be told, I don't really even feel pregnant, so for all I know it could be twins. I walk around my office now repeating "I'm pregnant. Pregnant." It's hard to get used to the idea! But I'm excited about it. So excited that I don't even know where to start. I'm also really apprehensive too. I'm nervous about what they'll find on the ultrasound, especially since my numbers started out so low. I'm sure we'll get some better answers when I have my last beta next week, which will be 5 weeks, 6 days. When I had my beta run with E at six weeks it was in the 56,000 range, so I have no idea what to expect next week.
There's a really great website that calculates all of my relevant dates including due date, the date of 'cardiac contractions' (aka the heartbeat) and a whole bunch of other stuff. Here's the site: http://ivf.ca/calcu.htm Enter January 8, 2008 and select 'Retrieval/Ovulation' and all the dates will come up. According to the chart, this little one should have a heartbeat by Friday and the ultrasound should be able to pick up a heartbeat by February 12, 2008. Gosh, I hope that isn't cutting it too close... It would freak me out if I didn't get to see that heartbeat on Valentine's Day.
I completely depressed myself this morning by reading some posts on an IVF group that I belong to. A few of the people had posted their beta numbers and every one else's numbers are so much higher. I'm talking in the thousands at this point. And here I am at a measly little 217. Then I had to read further, which was just a bad idea. A few of the posters had low numbers and ended up not seeing anything on the first ultrasound. Both of them were diagnosed with a blighted ovum and told to take medications to induce a miscarriage. Now I'm totally freaked about my low numbers. I just feel like I can't get attached until I see something on that ultrasound.
I don't even know how to feel right now. I go from being so scared and wanting to cry to feeling hopeful and trying to just concentrate on being pregnant. But what if I'm not? What if this isn't viable? It's so depressing to think about right now. I'm still feeling so run down and this isn't doing good things for my mood. I just want to go home and crawl into bed and cry right now. I'm so scared this isn't going to work out.
As of today I am officially 5 weeks pregnant. It's nice to think that I get some pregnancy-credit for the two weeks of hell I went through after the retrieval. My due date is September 30 if this is a singleton and September 9 if both embryos are in there. Right now I'm feeling like there's only one baby, but you just never know. Truth be told, I don't really even feel pregnant, so for all I know it could be twins. I walk around my office now repeating "I'm pregnant. Pregnant." It's hard to get used to the idea! But I'm excited about it. So excited that I don't even know where to start. I'm also really apprehensive too. I'm nervous about what they'll find on the ultrasound, especially since my numbers started out so low. I'm sure we'll get some better answers when I have my last beta next week, which will be 5 weeks, 6 days. When I had my beta run with E at six weeks it was in the 56,000 range, so I have no idea what to expect next week.
There's a really great website that calculates all of my relevant dates including due date, the date of 'cardiac contractions' (aka the heartbeat) and a whole bunch of other stuff. Here's the site: http://ivf.ca/calcu.htm Enter January 8, 2008 and select 'Retrieval/Ovulation' and all the dates will come up. According to the chart, this little one should have a heartbeat by Friday and the ultrasound should be able to pick up a heartbeat by February 12, 2008. Gosh, I hope that isn't cutting it too close... It would freak me out if I didn't get to see that heartbeat on Valentine's Day.
I completely depressed myself this morning by reading some posts on an IVF group that I belong to. A few of the people had posted their beta numbers and every one else's numbers are so much higher. I'm talking in the thousands at this point. And here I am at a measly little 217. Then I had to read further, which was just a bad idea. A few of the posters had low numbers and ended up not seeing anything on the first ultrasound. Both of them were diagnosed with a blighted ovum and told to take medications to induce a miscarriage. Now I'm totally freaked about my low numbers. I just feel like I can't get attached until I see something on that ultrasound.
I don't even know how to feel right now. I go from being so scared and wanting to cry to feeling hopeful and trying to just concentrate on being pregnant. But what if I'm not? What if this isn't viable? It's so depressing to think about right now. I'm still feeling so run down and this isn't doing good things for my mood. I just want to go home and crawl into bed and cry right now. I'm so scared this isn't going to work out.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Betas, betas and more betas...
The numbers are in for today: 217! The doubling time was 2.21 days, which is less than the actual 3 days in-between tests, so we're still on track! So, I finally get a full week off of beta-tests and I have another one on Monday, February 2. After that, as long as the numbers are going up, I'll have my first ultrasound on, get this one: Valentine's Day. Oh dear God. This could change my view of Valentine's Day forever.
I also asked the nurse, just in case, about the antibiotics and she said that there should be no problems with me taking them. At least that's one more thing off my mind.
Grow, baby, GROW!!!
I also asked the nurse, just in case, about the antibiotics and she said that there should be no problems with me taking them. At least that's one more thing off my mind.
Grow, baby, GROW!!!
Let’s get to the upswing already.
I spent the entire day yesterday in bed nursing my poor infected little body. I cannot even tell you the last time I felt this sick. My jaw was so swollen I could only eat soup all day. R ended up having to postpone his trip to NY because I just couldn’t function as a person, never mind a mother. Poor E just kept telling me “It’ll be alright, Momma. You caught my cold” whenever he saw me. He also kept saying “Who can play with me?”, which completely broke my heart. I’ve been sick or incapacitated for this entire month and I’m so tired of saying “Mommy’s not feeling well, E.” I’m praying that once these antibiotics do their magic I’ll be feeling better. In the meantime, I’m worried about getting a yeast infection, which happens to me when I take antibiotics. God, wouldn’t that just be a kicker? And never mind the threat of at YI, they’ve already wrecked havoc with my stomach. I pretty much feel queasy and nauseous most of the day now and I’m not really sure if it’s pregnancy related or antibiotic related. I can’t wait to get off these damn pills. I long for the day when I don’t have to take ANY medications anymore and I can just rely on my own body again!
I went this morning for beta number three and am patiently waiting for yet another phone call from the nurse. I have no idea what she’s going to say, but I’m hoping the numbers are at least in the 200’s. I still don’t have any spotting or bleeding and only little cramps here and there.
I had a little realization the other night while I was lying in bed trying to recuperate. While I agree that my beta numbers are on the low side, they doubled which is what is important right now. More than that, how high do they expect them to go when they start off at only 35? I think a jump from 35 to 85 is probably right about normal, wouldn’t you? So, like the nurse and I agreed, taking it one day at a time is probably the best idea right now.
I went this morning for beta number three and am patiently waiting for yet another phone call from the nurse. I have no idea what she’s going to say, but I’m hoping the numbers are at least in the 200’s. I still don’t have any spotting or bleeding and only little cramps here and there.
I had a little realization the other night while I was lying in bed trying to recuperate. While I agree that my beta numbers are on the low side, they doubled which is what is important right now. More than that, how high do they expect them to go when they start off at only 35? I think a jump from 35 to 85 is probably right about normal, wouldn’t you? So, like the nurse and I agreed, taking it one day at a time is probably the best idea right now.
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Grow, baby, grow.
It's official: I have the nastiest sinus infection in town. Oh dear GOD. My face hurts so much that I can't even open my mouth without wincing. I finally broke down and called the RE to make sure it was alright to take antibiotics right now and then I hauled my behind off to an urgent care center this morning. The doctor there wanted to take x-rays of my sinuses but once I told him I was pregnant, he nixed that idea. He prescribed erthromycin (I'm allergic to penicillin) and sent me on my way. In the meantime, I've been trying to rest and drink plenty of water. And praying and praying for the little one to grow stronger. I feel so nervous about taking the antibiotics right now, but I think that having so much infection running through my body probably isn't the best thing either. On top of the sinus infection, I have about four lovely cold sores on my upper lip, so I know that my body is just FREAKING out right now between trying to heal and trying to stay pregnant. Needless to say, I actually did get to bed at 8:00pm last night. As soon as R put E down I crawled into bed and listened to my iPod for about 20 minutes before dozing off. I slept restlessly, but at least I rested as much as possible.
This whole week has just been such a rollercoaster, it's no wonder my poor body is freaking out. R is leaving for NY tomorrow, so I'll be on my own with E. Hopefully these antibiotics kick in soon... otherwise it's going to be one LONG Sunday.
This whole week has just been such a rollercoaster, it's no wonder my poor body is freaking out. R is leaving for NY tomorrow, so I'll be on my own with E. Hopefully these antibiotics kick in soon... otherwise it's going to be one LONG Sunday.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Resume the holding pattern.
The nurse just called to give me the news: the beta went up to 85. As of right now, the doubling time is 37.5 hours, which is less than the 48 hour mark, so that's good, but the RE is still not happy seeing the number so low. He wants me to re-test on Monday to check the levels again. I asked the nurse why the heck I still got a negative this morning with a HPT when the levels were above what the test says it picks up and she said "I don't know why. But I can tell you that I have two kids at home that are the results of negative HPTs, so I don't put much stock into those tests."
What a rollercoaster this has been. So, we're back in the holding pattern. And I am swearing off HPTs forever. Well, until we TTC #3 that is...
I went to the chiropractor today to get adjusted and I haven't told him what's been going on yet. He knows about the infertility treatments and the transfer, but I haven't told him about the betas yet. He adjusted me and told me to get to bed early tonight to try to boost my immune system. I'm wondering if my body is having a hard time boosting up the hCG because of my cold and on-coming sinus infection. I wouldn't be surprised if my body is just completely freaking out right now and trying to make a baby is the last thing it wants to do right now. So, I will be going to bed at 8:00pm with a cup of warm tea and a heating pad for my face.
Keep up those 'doubling' prayers... I'm going to need them for Monday.
What a rollercoaster this has been. So, we're back in the holding pattern. And I am swearing off HPTs forever. Well, until we TTC #3 that is...
I went to the chiropractor today to get adjusted and I haven't told him what's been going on yet. He knows about the infertility treatments and the transfer, but I haven't told him about the betas yet. He adjusted me and told me to get to bed early tonight to try to boost my immune system. I'm wondering if my body is having a hard time boosting up the hCG because of my cold and on-coming sinus infection. I wouldn't be surprised if my body is just completely freaking out right now and trying to make a baby is the last thing it wants to do right now. So, I will be going to bed at 8:00pm with a cup of warm tea and a heating pad for my face.
Keep up those 'doubling' prayers... I'm going to need them for Monday.
Beta-replay Day.
It seems like my hope is flying out the window. I took another HPT this morning, just to torture myself, and it was basically negative. I used a Dollar Store test, which I've always had pretty good luck with, and there was a faint, faint line. It was even lighter than the test I took on Monday, which doesn't make me very hopeful. At this point, if I really was pregnant, the line would be much darker and would definitely not be getting lighter. Plus, if my beta has doubled like it was supposed to, the hCG in my urine would be at least 70 or above; these tests are supposed to pick up anything above 25 which would mean that my levels have either gone down or stayed the same. Basically, they probably haven't doubled. Which will mean I'm probably going to miscarry. I still haven't gotten my period nor have I started spotting, so I'm just biding my time until the RE's office calls to give me the bad news. I already rescheduled my consult with the RE for January 31, so I'm sure we'll talk about what the next step is at that meeting.
I slept terrible last night too, which is always bad. I had a terrible sinus headache from all the pressure in my left ear and the pain was so bad that it woke me up at 1:00am and I couldn't get back to sleep for a few hours. Then I kept dreaming about HPTs. It just wasn't a good night.
I'm feeling pretty numb right now. There's not much I can do about anything so I'm just trying to keep busy and keep my mind off it. I just feel like we were so close this time. God, I hope that I didn't cause this by stopping my meds. I guess the good part is that I got to be pregnant again, even if it was only for two days.
I slept terrible last night too, which is always bad. I had a terrible sinus headache from all the pressure in my left ear and the pain was so bad that it woke me up at 1:00am and I couldn't get back to sleep for a few hours. Then I kept dreaming about HPTs. It just wasn't a good night.
I'm feeling pretty numb right now. There's not much I can do about anything so I'm just trying to keep busy and keep my mind off it. I just feel like we were so close this time. God, I hope that I didn't cause this by stopping my meds. I guess the good part is that I got to be pregnant again, even if it was only for two days.
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