Thursday was THE day for my day 16 blood work. I was a mess all morning, heart racing, hardly able to focus on anything…
Thankfully the clinic didn’t make me wait past lunch.
The call came in at noon. I grabbed my phone and booted it for ANY quiet, dark, abandoned office and shut the door. A chirpy nurse cheerfully told me:
“Your results are in, your number is 343, your due date is August 4th”.
Wait…. wait a minute. Holy shit, are you saying I’m pregnant?????
So- fabulous news! Despite my spotting, the little bean continued to grow, wondrously so, actually. Currently, I am five weeks pregnant. I KNOW RIGHT?
I sobbed hysterically as the nurse forged bravely onward, cheerily spouting dates and appointment times and information. I had to ask her to wait and to repeat herself while I got a pen and paper to write that shit down.
When I asked about the spotting (still happening- although for the past three days there has been a slight decrease), to which she dutifully gave me the “well it’s still early in your pregnancy (ie- still a chance for miscarriage), we’ll know more at the 8 week ultrasound” spiel.
She also gave me zero guidance on physical activity and made it clear she wasn’t comfortable answering any of my other questions (all the while saying at the end “feel free to call the nurse’s line any time if you have questions!”- right).
Andrew cried. We spent that night cuddling and looking up French baby names and starting a list. Yesterday I started researching Doulas and Midwives (we won’t qualify for a home birth due to my high risk status, but I’d love to have the support).
Today I had an appointment with my GP. She answered all my questions AND even took a look at my cervix to see about the spotting. Her verdict- currently everything looks great. It’s possibly blood that is slowly leaking from my uterus due to… reasons that are likely not bad for the embryo. I can practice my regular yoga routine as long as it isn’t hot yoga, minimal on the twists and keep it medium to low intensity (YEAH!). She was also super positive about the two blood test results: the fact that it went up from 52 to 343 during the spotting implied that the spotting isn’t impeding the little bean’s growth!
Andrew and I made the decision to inform those who knew we were going through IVF only about the results. There’s a reason why people wait until they’re out of the “Danger Zone” of the first trimester. I know it seems pessimistic at this point (I mean- come on! This is AMAZING NEWS!), the process has been so difficult and we’ve gotten so much bad news at each step…
If this works, Andrew did a bit more calculations and with the acupressure AND with the fact that my insurance covered two of the three injections (which is unusual) we will have spent 10,000$ to conceive a baby.
That said. The spotting is minimal and seems to be getting better, I have a whole slew of healthy pregnancy symptoms (exhaustion, tender breasts, weird slight twinges or “period feeling cramps”), and my numbers totally rocked.
Overall, we are JAZZED AS FUCK as Andrew has said.