Well, as I’m trying to take this whole pregnancy thing day by day (although I think I need a sticker or reminder so I don’t go through x-ray machines, order a deli sandwich, etc…one thing I did twice at the airport and one thing I caught myself and ordered chicken salad instead – seriously I shouldn’t be allowed to be pregnant, I keep forgetting and I’m going to microwave my kid!) – I’m still pregnant!
My second beta (96 hours after my first) was “beautiful” according to Not Nurse Karen (really? WHERE IS SHE?!) at 1,038. That is doubling on average every 55 hours, according to Julie who is much better at math than I am. Since everything is going so well, they’re not going to repeat it and my next appointment is my first prenatal appointment on 9/7 where I’ll have an u/s and then talk with a physician assistant (Dr. Zimon is in surgery that week). They said they’ll measure the gestational sac and look for the yolk. They’ll also try and get a fetal heart rate but I guess at 6 weeks this can go either way (and not to be overly concerned if they can’t find it – ya right, that will flip me out I’m sure of it).
I asked about my measuring my P4 level and Not Nurse Karen said that Dr. Zimon doesn’t typically do that and instead will have me on the Crinone for another 3-4 weeks. Mmm, vaginal suppositories… But, I shall do as I am told!
Today officially marks 5 weeks and I’m literally walking around in fear most days. Fear of losing what I’ve worked so hard to get. It’s not a good feeling and it all comes back to what I’ve said many times – that infertility strips you, absolutely RAPES you, of your innocence. It’s like the knowing is torture – most women wouldn’t know they’re pregnant right now, nevermind that they’re pretty good and pregnant. Even women who did know but haven’t experienced infertility would just be walking around in la la land, all positive and full of sunshine, hope, and excitement. Then there are people like me – who analyze every feeling (or lack of feeling), who can’t go to the bathroom without inspecting the toilet paper closely, who spend hours thinking about what “could” happen and how I would deal with “it” if “it” did happen. I am trying to take it day by day or, as Julie has told me, with the mantra of for today, I am pregnant but it’s hard. Really fucking hard.
I didn’t write about this yet but you have to understand what I did to get here. I mean, you all understand (well, as much as you can) the whole fertility process and 20 negative pregnancy tests, the doctor’s visits, the drugs, the more drugs, the emotional rollercoaster, the split decision to convert to IVF – all of it, all almost two full years of it. You also know that we transferred two better than perfect embryos – giving us a 50%+ chance of success and you know the outcome on both an HPT and with my first and second betas. A big positive, right?
But, do you know all the other efforts I’ve made? Do you know my transfer was on the day of a full moon, which is supposed to increase implantation? Do you know the day after my transfer I saw a shooting star and wished so hard for me to become pregnant with a sticky bean? Do you know I ate pineapple daily (and still do) to help with implantation? Do you know that I gave up all gym activities just to be on the safe side? Do you know that I considered quitting my job when I found out my RE advises against early pregnancy travel? Do you know that I wear a fertility bracelet that Erin got for me every day? I am not kidding when I say I have done all that I can from SO many different angles, but I am SO so scared. Every day I wake up and think please don’t take this away from me. This is hard – I dare say harder than going through the treatments.
Yesterday some of the Crinone progesterone suppository clumped out (sorry if TMI – but this stuff happens and is discussed in here) and I noticed some very dark brown / black spots on it. I freaked but then settled myself down, knowing that the general rule of thumb is if there isn’t anything red or it’s not coupled with cramps, it’s likely normal (and even in those cases it can be okay). Later in the day, it was essentially gone and this morning the same. But, this afternoon some came back so I called Nurse Karen and spoke with her. (YAY – she’s back!)
She congratulated me a few times and told me how beautiful my betas looked. She actually said that more than once, so I took that as a good thing. I told her about the Crinone and the spots and she said that it was likely old blood left over from the retrieval or transfer – that the Crinone is almost like a cement and it can pull stuff with it when it clumps out. Yummy. She advised that when I shower in the morning I can do a sweep with my finger and clear stuff out. Yep, sounds like permission for masturbation to me! Hahaha, kidding…but really, so many other things have been up there, why not my own digit?
We talked more about my lack of symptoms – how last week I felt some slight twinges and cramps and then lately absolutely nothing. How I don’t have morning sickness and wouldn’t consider myself any more tired than normal. She reassured me that it’s all very normal and still very early for symptoms in some people.
I walked away from the call with Nurse Karen feeling a bit better. She seemed so upbeat and positive about my beta results and dismissive of my concerns, so I have to go back to that mantra of for today, I’m pregnant. I just want to get to that 12-15 week mark where I can feel a little “safe”. But that seems so far away…