I called the doctor’s office first thing on Monday and they
were able to move up my first prenatal appointment to June 3rd,
which is the day before we leave to head back to the east coast. Exciting
stuff! That made me sooo happy all day Monday and Tuesday!
Cut to Tuesday night and we are getting ready to settle down
and watch some TV and eat some yummy beef and broccoli tater tot casserole and
sure enough we have spotting. My logical brain knew that this was bound to
happen and that I shouldn’t freak out. Hormonal Ramona over here though can’t
keep the logical side together and I’m balling. I do not cry. Hardly ever do I
cry. So that was not cool and was upsetting me even more that I couldn’t pull
my shit together. I figured because it was light spotting and hadn’t progressed
I wouldn’t worry because that can be totally normal… until I got woken up in
the middle of the night by some pretty serious cramping. From everything that I’ve
read, that cannot be good so I let him continue to sleep and suffer through the
discomfort for about 15 minutes until it goes away and I can sleep again. I
wake up yesterday and there is still some cramping and spotting but not nearly
as bad, but to be safe I call the doctor’s office again. They want to see me
fairly immediately. We get in the car and head through tornado alley that
decided to descend upon downtown and head for our ultrasound and exam. During
the ultrasound we see a gestational sack but nothing in there. Zip. Zero.
Zilch. I’m not upset because by this time I’ve finally got my brains back and
fully expected to see what it was that I saw. What I didn’t expect was for them
to tell me that I’m probably only 5 weeks and not 6 and that since I’m an
irregular ovulator anyway that it probably all connected later than sooner in
the cycle. They also find some fibroid tumors, which are completely benign and
most likely causing the spotting. No biggie… except that there should be some
sort of yolk sack inside that gestational sack and we’ve got nothing. Doc says
it happens to 1 in every 5 women, at least, that she sees and to focus on the fact
that at least I was finally able to get pregnant.
Moral of the story is that we wait. Apparently, with the
size of the gestational sack, it is entirely possible that I have a late
bloomer in there and that in another week we could do another ultrasound and
see that yolk sack that we are looking for. There is also a good… no, high…
probability that it never got that far and we have a ‘missed pregnancy’ and it
will require a lovely D&C. Again, now that I have my normal brain back, I’m
not actually worried. I go back again next Thursday and we’ll do another
ultrasound. If nothing grew, nothing grew. There are at least a few upsides to
this:
1.
I was able to get pregnant finally so chances of
the next one happening soon and sticking are much much better
2.
Something could actually be growing in there and
we can figure out a better idea of what is taking the damn thing so long
3.
If it was a miscarriage, we can get the D&C
taken care of before we head back to the east coast
4.
If I have to get the D&C at least I’ll be
able to know for sure and not be wondering what to tell people when we head
back there during a wedding and what not – and I may be able to have a cocktail
or two!
Today I am still pretty crampy and uncomfortable. It’s not
painful, just uncomfortable and I have had the same spotting as I have had
(even a little lighter) than Tuesday night. No real blood or tissue or anything
to say for sure that it is over. As long as my real brains continue to be
keeping control of things, I think we are still in a good place.
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