This morning, Dr VID, due to my lack of spotting in the past couple of days…is thinking I might be having a uterine based miscarriage rather than an ectopic/tubal pregnancy.
I’m OK, K is OK. We are handling things with a sense of calm. I cried my tears on Thursday all alone and by the time K came home, I just wanted to get on with it. Whatever it was.
There’s no double, double let alone triple. It’s bad. RE thinks probably ectopic.
So, the flight to Montreal is canceled, the bag is unpacked.
I’m looking at a pile of stuff that I’d pre-packed for Bali and wondering when I’ll unpack that. Because Dr. VID does not want me to go-he needs to monitor me.
So, that’s pretty much it here. No weekend getaway, no vacation, no baby.
Oh, but I have a lot of baby-related stuff arriving on my doorstep any day now. Good times.
The only thought that keeps me sane is thinking, “I can get pregnant, but it was a bad egg. Who wants to raise a bad egg? Not me, I’m not cut out for that.”
I’m old, I’ve got some bad eggs in there. I knew that going into this game. I know my chances of getting pregnant and I also know I’ve got a 30% chance of m/c. I know. But I’d hoped to be one of the others.
Let’s hope there are some good eggs left for next time.
But if this is truly an ectopic, there’s gonna be quite a wait for next time.
The waiting never ends, does it?
I have a conference call at 4pm that I have to get my head on for and hope that no one asks me anything. After that, you’ll find me in bed reading, appropriately enough, “The Gravedigger’s Daughter”.
Acupuncture yesterday went great! I love my needle-pokin’ lady and she was so cute when I came in yesterday greeting me with “I cheated”. What?? “I read your blog, congratulations!!!” Yes, everyone knows.
I felt really at peace and was able to do some awesome visualization and for the first time thought “I’m really pregnant”.
To further this feeling, I did some retail “I’m really pregnant” therapy online purchasing a prenatal yoga DVD, a pilates when you’re pregnant DVD, the Mayo book, wrist sea bands (for the ferry in Indonesia, car rides AND they help with morning sickness) and a morning sickness relief kit with ginger candies and who knows what else. Added bonus was that it was all free! K, because she is a rock star employee, gets little “you’re a rock star” gifts from her company every few months which can be turned into Ama.zon certificates–so me being the rock star household manager, gets to spend them!
The sea bands and the kit will go on vacation with us. I figure we should be as prepared as possible in case it hits me.
Then my RE called and that feeling of, how do you say, “Chill the Fuck Out” which I felt I was doing, suddenly went away. He wanted me to come in for more bloodwork, make sure the #’s were doubling. OK, I agree. The spotting, combined with the low numbers has him very concerned that this could be an ectopic. Well Fuck. So, he is very concerned about me getting on a plane to Indonesia before we can do a scan (it will be too early to do one and tell) because if it is an ectopic, my tube could rupture in transit.
That’s just great. Totally NOT chilling the fuck out anymore.
Of course, I’ve emailed the two international hospitals on Bali and they can do beta blood work on me, but get this–it takes a WEEK to get the results!! Anyway, they are equipped to deal with this kind of thing. And, there are a few land masses we fly over enroute where an emergency landing could happen if need be. How fast can a tube rupture? You have to feel a lot of pain first, right?
Seriously, I have no idea what to do at this point.
I’ll get the blood work today and also next Tuesday and that will give us enough to make a decision.
I rode my bike up the East River this morning to the RE for the beta test and was able to get up, give blood and be back home all in 30 round trip. And I didn’t have to bike on a single NY city street. It was awesome and I was feeling really good about the day.
Until I got home and K told called to tell me that she’d forgotten her passport.
As in she’s somewhere in a Central Time Zone flying to Montreal tonight and her passport is here in NYC. Well Fuck me again. I called the airline, the TSA and the Canadian Embassy and border patrol customer service. No clear answers.
They might let her on with a copy of her passport/birth certificate (I could scan these and get them to her by email). Or they might not. And even if the airline lets her on, the Canadian border patrol could deny her entry, even if I have her passport there waiting for her.
There’s just no way around this.
So, she’s flying back to NYC and I’ll go to Montreal to visit our friends for the weekend. It’s been really hard coordinating all of this travel–6 weeks worth of trips including her business travel–so it’s an honest mistake (especially because it’s CANADA, I mean christ it’s like it’s another state…but it’s not!).
It just sucks because I won’t see her for another week when she will literally be home for a few hours before we fly to Bali. She was going to meet me in Tokyo, but she’s coming home first. What a mess. If we even go to Bali. What a freaking mess.
Just waiting for those new beta numbers. I swear I walk around, saying “double double triple” in my head.
This is the state I’m in. Still pregnant, no doubt about it–but the numbers are still low. However, they have done exactly what they are supposed to be doing which is doubling every 48 hours. And, older women have much lowers numbers than younger ones. It’s hard not to compare.
I’ve been spotting everyday, very light brown, which I’ve read is perfectly normal. But it is still scary.
There have been some ‘pregnancy’ symptoms which are reassuring: in the mornings the need to eat NOW hits me full force. I’ve dry heaved twice in the morning, once on Sunday and once this morning. No nausea or vomiting whatsoever, just a gag and then I’m back to normal.
My energy is not lagging at all! In fact, K had a hard time keeping up with me this weekend and she was flying in from Central time! So, that’s great.
K is so excited but is taking my cue and not knowing whether to be excited or cautious or a crazy combination of both. It’s difficult and now she’s gone again.
My travel plans are tricky with the testing b/c they want to see me again this Saturday and I leave Thursday for Montreal and won’t be able to test again until I’m back in NYC on Tuesday, Sept. 2.
Then, I’ll just have that test to go on before I leave for Indonesia three days later….
Perfect timing (1) I just got 2 free tickets to “Spring Awakening”. My due date is April 30th, so I’m going to take this as a good sign! (2) my BFF just called me to remind me most women just have the POAS to go by for 10 weeks until they have their first appointment so stop stressing about the numbers. They are doing what they should be doing.
She thinks it’s great that I’m traveling so I can’t have too many tests and keep obsessing about the numbers! She’s probably right.
She also told me to think positive and believe that I’m truly pregnant—the baby needs that positive energy. So, here I go.
We’re PREGNANT. Hard to believe, but totally true.
The universe knew better than to keep me inside all winter with an infant and wants me to have the summer off!
PS—I just had my annual review today and it was great! More money, big bonus–all for the baby!
My body is stubborn. It knows what today is and it does not care that I am shoving pills up my HooHa. Oh progesterone, I thought you were supposed to delay my period, mai non? Apparently my body says “fuck you hooha pills, I’ll bleed if I want to”. Which is exactly what it did last month, on this exact day. In all honesty I’ve only just started spotted, there’s no river of red going on around here, but it will come, oh yes it will.
But wait! There’s more! My temperature shot UP 4 points this morning. I mean really, WTF??
It’s way too late for implantation spotting, but I am baffled. I’m either 13 or 14 DPO. Don’t really know to tell you the truth.
Yesterday I had the almost, but not quite PMS headache…and a small one today. That’s not normal as it’s usually for one day and it’s full on, but never for 2 days. I have no idea.
This weekend we are going to a friend’s big gay wedding in Carmel-by-the-Sea, CA. Don’t you just love that name?!
I fly to meet K in SF tomorrow and we are going to test together on Friday morning. We actually even went out and BOUGHT a damn pregnancy test–the first one EVER–because I knew I wouldn’t get my period with the progesterone and I’d have to test. I don’t know if I’ll have to do that or not now.
And now…I’m wondering if I should just go to get the blood test tomorrow morning so I can have some answers about all of the craziness.
I know the HPT’s don’t always catch it right at 14/15DPO and I’d really like to know if I can drink champagne at the wedding or not!
Regardless, I have IVF orientation training next Wednesday. It sounds like all kinds of fun learning how to pump up those needles and shoot oranges. Can’t wait. I wanted to go ahead and schedule the class so that I wouldn’t miss it in September and be delayed another month.
In fact, I’d hoped with a BFN this month, that I’d keep on with the progesterone to delay my period just enough that I’d be able to start as soon as I returned from Indonesia in late September. But it is looking like my body has other plans for me. I mean we’re talking ONE DAY.
IVF starts on Day 2 monitoring and as it’s going right now, I’ll miss it by ONE DAY and have to wait until October.
Hopefully all of the flying will throw my body off and I’ll stumble into the clinic jet-lagged and bleary eyed the day after my return.
Or I’m pregnant. Whatever. Seriously at this point, I’m just ready to get on a plane and have some fun with my baby. I cannot wait to get to California.
PS–I’m much, much better than Sunday/Monday! Thank you so much for all of your kind words. I don’t know what I’d do without this community.
It started with my temp falling 3 points and I felt like I was aboard a lifeboat that had been pricked by a shark tooth in the middle of the ocean and was slowly sinking.
And then it got worse.
There’s a TTC group that meets twice a month at the
They posted a long response someone had asked on the list serve about ‘when do you know when to be aggressive?’ Turns out, they, at age 35, decided to be aggressive from the get go and are now 3 months pregnant.
When I read that it was like someone punched me in the stomach. I have handled every BFN with relative ease. “It’s not my time.” “I knew the timing was off.” Etc, etc. I think I’m holding up pretty well, all things considered and am in a good place about accepting fate. My life has been hard and spent waiting for something good to happen. This is hard and I’m pretty good at waiting. End of story.
But this news made me feel worse than 6 months of TTC and BFN’s.
I immediately felt so stupid that we’d been coasting along, trying to get pregnant without drugs, doing it au naturel (well as au naturel as one can get with assisted IUI’s). Why hadn’t we gotten more aggressive? Why didn’t we do IVF right from the beginning? What is wrong with us that we could possibly think we would be able to do this without extreme intervention? Why am I such an idiot?
K made me put on my running shoes and we went on a 2 hour walk down the river where she reminded me that we wanted to try to do this without drugs. Dr. VID thought I had a decent chance because my body was doing everything just as it should be. The girl who went right to IVF had many other issues going on that I didn’t and those issues pushed her and Dr. VID to get more aggressive from the beginning. We didn’t want to do IVF.
We didn’t even want drugs???
It seems a million years away that thinking of where we were just seven months ago.
And it’s petty, but I’m jealous. I’m jealous that I sent them to my RE and they got pregnant and I’m not. I’m jealous, I’m mad, I’m angry.
None of these are pretty things and I know they will pass and really, I’m quite happy for the couple while still feeling jealous—if that’s possible.
I woke up at 4:30am this morning with an unsinkable feeling that I was on my way to IVF and why didn’t I just do that from the beginning?
So I broke all the rules and fixed myself at full caf latte because I am that convinced I am.not.pregnant. Again.
This one hurts the worst.
“Why won’t you kiss me?”
I know there are some peeps out here in blogland that reside in Northern California. If any of you are familiar with nice dining options in Santa Cruz, could you let me know?