Thursday, May 11, 2017

Even good news is never really good

Well, we had our viability scan yesterday; the good news was that the heart rate was 129, which was good. The bad news (to us, anyway) was that the CRL measured at 6w2d, when we were really 6w6d along. That immediately brought back memories of our last miscarriage, where the fetus measured behind and never caught up before eventually losing its heartbeat.

Our ultrasound tech is a nice lady who we've had before, and she was quite upbeat about it all - that the heart rate was good and the size was 'fine'. She wanted to start chatting about which OB/GYN we were going to use, and our hearts just weren't in it. Even with good news, it just feels like we're waiting for the other shoe to drop. We overheard her outside of the room explaining the results to our doctor's nurse, and she was expressing her surprise that the results seemed good to her, but that we seemed very concerned. That made me feel better, but of course then I think that with our history it's still not very good.

We met with our doctor afterward, and he was cautiously optimistic - he actually asked if we wanted to continue with him or with our regular OB/GYN, which he didn't offer with the miscarriage - he said we needed to come back for another scan. So that, too, seemed like a positive. I so want to believe that these folks, who see a huge range of people and pregnancies, know what a good one looks like. It's just really hard to believe.

I can't decide if I'm an 'omens' person or not - I always think of the movie 'Signs' when thinking about it, and I would normally say I land squarely on the not superstitious side of the fence. But then I kept trying to not shave during our cycles because I thought it was good luck. And yesterday, when we walked into the ultrasound room, "Sweet child o' mine" was playing on the tech's iPad. If that's not a good omen, I don't know what is. So we wait, we hope, and we worry.

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

More waiting

We're pregnant....but as usual that doesn't make us turn cartwheels. I wish it did. I so wish for a "normal" pregnancy where you feel good shouting it out from rooftops (FYI, we've just had 2 people we know announce at 10 weeks....so i'm feeling a little sensitive). But we can't.

Five eggs were retrieved...less than we wanted, but hey, it's something. Only two fertilized, so it was plan for a 3 day transfer. The transfer went well - one was 10 cell, one was 5 cell - so just about right. It was a funny transfer, with our Dr cracking jokes about me peeing on him (which I didn't...but i'd made my bladder "perfectly full" from the ultrasound, which started the giggles). So we couldn't have asked for more really (well, except some peoples 20 eggs and 15 fertilized with oodles to freeze...).

Our first HCG test came back at an awesome 308. Couldn't have asked for better - except maybe slightly lower, as that's well within "Twins" territory, which we are just terrified of the thought of. Because waiting is hard, we snuck in for another HCG test this Saturday - 3879 - also great (though down on the trajectory it was on).

And now its Tuesday, and i'm spotting red blood. Not like the bleeding i've had before (with our successful pregnancy) unfortunately...if I was having that I think i'd be feeling a bit more confident that baby was growing...but no, just red spotting, with a lack of pregnancy symptoms yesterday and today. It doesn't feel good. I hope i'm wrong. But I am yet again reminded of how much this part sucks.