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.
He spent a lot of time up my hoo-ha with the dildo cam looking for a sac, but it’s just so early and incredibly difficult to tell.
We decided the best plan of action would be to come in for a D&C tomorrow morning. Wow, I never thought I’d be having my uterus scraped on a Sunday morning when I’d planned on going to the beach. It’s like a mini abortion and I never thought I’d be having that done. It’s not really like that, but yeah, it sorta, kinda, is all at the same time.
Can I tell you how weird it feels to be relieved? That hopefully we can get this done quickly and it won’t be a long, drawn-out and far more complicated process like an ectopic would have been?
He’s even cautiously optimistic that if this works and my numbers go down–I’m free to go to Indonesia. He doesn’t need to see the numbers return to zero, just going down all next week.
Sweet Jesus. Please go down numbers.
ETA: Just got the numbers back from the blood draw–they are going down by themselves. I am so happy. Thank you body, thank you universe. Change of plans: Dr. VID is having me come back tomorrow morning and we’ll do another blood test at 8am. They will rush the results and I should know by 8:30. If they are still going down by themselves–no D&C. If not, I’m in for a 9am appointment.
Thinking positive and optimistically–We’re taking our beach bag to the clinic and if the results are good, we’re going to the beach. And hopefully–next week we’ll be on the beach in Bali.
Because really, who doesn’t need a freaking vacation after 8 months of TTC, getting pregnant and having a miscarriage?
I guess the universe wants me to go scuba diving after all.