For anyone following along, Len and I have been trying to get me impregnated for a couple of years.
Our Last Try
We went from cool-if-it-happens to we’re-going-to-actively-make-this-happen around October 2016. I bought some ovulation sticks, peed on a dozen of them over as many days, had sex when they indicated we should, and we got me pregnant in November 2016.
Well, that ended in a miscarriage in January 2017 with a blighted ovum (dumbass scary name for just no baby in the basket).
This Attempt at Baby Making
We waited a couple of months and I started peeing on ovulation sticks again in March 2017, which led to me getting pregnant again. I was worried about another miscarriage and had been making them give me blood tests as soon as I peed positive.
Up to the beginning of last week, I had taken 3 blood tests that had led to Progesterone suppositories but generally good signs, so they were going to wait two weeks to give me my first ultrasound. I requested a fourth blood test because I wanted to see higher numbers and that the suppositories were really working (no one wants to keep using vaginal suppositories if they aren’t doing shit for you).
That fourth blood test last Monday showed a big drop in my Progesterone and a very small increase in my HCG. Those are the main indicators for a miscarriage, and specifically for ectopic and blighted ovum miscarriages. They got me into an early ultrasound and found the ectopic pregnancy. Yay for that fourth blood test!
What is an Ectopic Pregnancy?
An ectopic pregnancy means the gestational sac isn’t in my uterus. Specifically, it’s in one of my fallopian tubes. For anyone not versed in miscarriages, this sucks. If this isn’t caught early, it means a ruptured tube – bleeding out into your abdomen or having an emergency surgery where they remove the tube that explodes. You are hopefully not dead but down to one fallopian tube.
I received two shots of chemo to the butt last week instead of needing to be rushed into surgery. They’ll be monitoring my blood to make sure the chemo does the trick, or I’ll need the surgery anyway if it doesn’t work in two rounds.
Side Note About my Doctor’s Crappy Staff
My doctor performed a great D&C for our first loss and seems to know how to keep me alive now. The nurses I’ve spoken to on the phone seem nice but removed. But her office staff and the ultra sound tech are simply cold.
The tech was matter-of-fact that there wasn’t anything in my uterus and just plowed through to find where the gestational sac was hanging out. It was like it was a given we had miscarried, which it wasn’t until that exact second, and I was a slab of meat with a cool mystery in it.
The front desk lady was actually was too involved with her lunch to get a question answered by the doctor, so she was just going to guess at when my next appointment time should be. I actually went and found my doctor in the hallways and asked myself just to pass along the answer to the front desk lady because it was faster and I needed to escape.
We will be changing doctors and offices as soon as this miscarriage is all wrapped up.
Long story short for those who skim – I am going through another, more complicated miscarriage.
I’m actually handling this one better since last time it was the emotional loss of a bunch of new hopes and dreams. This time one of the outcomes could have been death. Not in the “yeah, technically you can die at any time” kind of way either. In the “crap, that’s one of the leading causes of pregnancy-related deaths” kind of way. That is a little smack to the face.
Nothing says “be happy for what you have” like “at least you’re not dead”. And sadly for the medical personnel in my future, this totally has reinforced the fact that I will continue be annoyingly demanding for blood tests in any future pregnancies too.
PS If you know Len, online or in real life, please do not send him or give him condolences. I don’t mind them and appreciate human connections. But to him, they are just reminders of craptastrophies. And we have had way too many craptastrophies in the last year to deal with, so he rather just handle them internally and move on.
UPDATE – May 15, 2017: My first follow-up blood test showed a significant drop in my HCG, so I’m mostly out of the woods. No rise in HCG means the cells aren’t multiplying, so my tube will most likely not be forced to explode. I’ll have my results of the second blood test by the end of May 17 and will know for sure if I’m through the scary stuff and just have to deal with miscarriage in general for the next few weeks.
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